Sidney heard a growl tone voice ring in their ear as he rips the
hand off their eye, his face going pale soon as his eyes meet layla
not because of their annoyed attitude, but because her shadow was a
swirling Mists, that had a undefinable color unlike the rest they
have seen, which we're normal enough black Shadows. Flinging
himself off the chair as it knocks over to the ground, Sidney begin
backing himself away from the lady in front of them, immediately
and instinctively pulling the knife out of their pocket, pointing
in the air as they scream, "get-get-away from me!" They're face and
eyes filled with pure Terror.
Simon walked down the streets as he sighed, he wished his life
could have gone better. He saw couples holding hands and other
people talking to there friends. Simon wished he could have friends
but because of his fear he could not. he walked into a to the
Aurora Crescent. "So this is a Cafe?" he said to himself.
His stomach grumbled, so he decided to walk into the Cafe. He was
very calm but he still sat away from other people. He thought about
getting something simple, he noticed the things that were
happening.
"H-Hey-" Layla said, backing away. "Okay- uh- chill-" She said,
stumbling with words. She had never been good with people. "Y-You
had just stormed in here. I could- someone here could have gotten
hurt!" She said. "And put the stupid knife down!"
Layla's hand reached for the back pocket of her pants. She clasped
the object in her two fingers but didn't pull it out. Not yet. She
hadn't wanted to die (again) in this- well- awful place. It
was too calm, too peaceful. Not a good way to go down. "We can- uh-
we can talk about this..?" She said, but it sounded more like a
question.
she wants to dance like uma thurman /
bury me till i confess
Illisia watched the man behind the counter carefully as she refined
the order she had in her mind, hesitant to speak when it was her
turn. His actions were strange, being as tall as she was, she could
look over the counter to see his hands shaking ever so subtly.
"He knows..." was the only thought in her mind at the moment
before a loud sound rung through the cafe after another customer
came in and seemingly slammed themselves into the chairs. She took
her eyes off of the counter briefly to watch, then slowly returned
them to ther original position. "I'd like.... a glazed donut and a
uh..." She looked up at the menu once again, her mind going blank
after the sudden panic. "A small hot chocolate please..." her voice
was quite low and groggy, making her already obvious fatigue even
more noticeable. More commotion seemed to be occurring behind her,
but she didn't exactly have the energy to care. The day was already
off to a rough start, and she didn't want to accidentally get
involved by somehow looking at them the wrong way.
"The phrase “it’s just a
game” is such a weak mindset. You are ok with what
happened, losing, imperfection of a craft. When you
stop getting angry after losing, you’ve lost twice.
There’s always something to learn, and always room
for improvement, never settle."
-Sun Tsu, The Art of Gaming
Simon looked at them and began laughing, he liked to see people
fear but he didn't laugh that loud. He thought about what he was
going to do after today, " Maybe I'll just get something to drink."
He said to himself. He continued to look at them still grinning. "
Maybe they will fight.." he said to himself. He has problems in his
life that made him act this way. After his death, he went
completely crazy.
If someone could read HongJoong's mind, there would simply be
frantic expletives on repeat as his shaking hands punched in the
order. "S-sure, if that's all then your total is $4.53." He
stammered, years and years of working in the customer service his
only saving grace from crumbling where he stood. Risking a glance
at the chaos unfolding in the back, he paled when he saw the knife
and the faint familiar metallic scent of blood introducing itself
into the mix. Glancing backwards, he met his co-workers terrified
gaze and just like that a decision was made. "Get the woman her hot
chocolate." He instructed impressed with his own steady voice as he
stuffed a glazed doughnut into a paper bag and passing it over the
counter. It was a miracle that his knees didn't give out as he
marched out from behind the counter and towards Sidney and
Layla.
"Ma'am, I'm going to ask that you step back. All of you, please
just give him space." He ordered, commanding voice cutting through
the chaos. Falling back into a persona was nothing new but being a
leader came naturally to HongJoong. Taking charge in a situation
like this was enough to ease his nerves though his has were still
wracked with tremors. A side effect of the migraines then, he
concluded as he pushed through the gathered crowd of customers. The
clacking of tags signaled his arrival as he took a closer look at
the man holding a knife. He too was covered in shadows that seemed
to never stay still, always moving and never settling. He was also
much taller than HongJoong and he had to tilt his head up just to
look at Sidney, sending another round of pain scrambling through
his head. But there were more important things to take care of and
it would be best to de-escalate the situation before it got too out
of hand, even if he felt like running away.
"Sir, I don't know what's wrong, but can we please put down the
knife first? No one else here is armed and you're perfectly safe. I
promise that no one will hurt you but you need to put the knife
down first." He soothed, keeping his voice steady and calm and his
body language non-threatening. He stopped a few paces away from
Sidney with his hands out showing that he indeed was unarmed. In
general, HongJoong wasn't a very threatening man in terms of
appearance anyways, having been told countless times that he looked
like a fairy with his large eyes, soft smile, and short stature. He
was betting on those same traits being soft enough for the other to
not kill him
"I am stepping back!" Layla barked. She wasn't intimidated by this
man here. She scowled again, fixing her stance. She at least stood
a few inches taller than him.
Since the sun was fully out and not in hiding anymore and was
leaking through the windows, Layla's features came into full
effect. She didn't have what others called beauty; she had insanity
instead. Underneath her eyes were pronounced eye bags which were
hard to notice. Her hair fell a couple inches below her shoulder,
and her eyes were stained with pain and guilt, although not showing
it on her face.
I was about to make Layla ask for the knife-
she wants to dance like uma thurman /
bury me till i confess
Simon walked forwards them. He was looking at Sidney, " Ok! Let's
calm things down over here!" He said. He had a knife in is coat
pocket and grabbed it quietly. " How about you put down the knife."
He said in the kindest way possible. Simon had always been good at
solving problems like an argument, or a gunfight. He sighed, this
was basically a normal day for Simon.
Sidney wasn't able to resist the grateful almost mystical hold that
they seem to tame with ease, his face beginning to melt into a pure
innocent yet incredibly shameful tone, realizing that they
overreacted once more like always, gently bringing the knife to
their side. "A-am s-s-sorry...I-I don't k-know what c-came over
m-m-me" hand still fiddling with their hair, as they lower their
head down to see HongJoong's large eye, but more importantly having
a unique shadow just like the lady before, letting out a small
twitch in his eyes as a response, but still restrains himself to be
calm somehow even when Simon pull their knife on them.
"God, people are so immature with knifes now." She mumbled.
"Someone could've gotten hurt." She had noticed the shadows looming
over all of them; they were all the same, yet totally different.
They were the same in color and in movement. They all moved a
hypnotic dance to a song that was unheard of with human ears, or
maybe they created their own rhythm. Their own song.
"I feel unsafe now." She said, then paused. "I want a
knife."
(scrapped lmao)
she wants to dance like uma thurman /
bury me till i confess
"Hey, hey its okay. You were scared and that's okay. You did well,
listening to me when you did and I'm proud of you." HongJoong
immediately soothed, keeping his eyes on Sidney. There was sounds
of movement behind him and his heart rate sped up in instinctual
fear but he didn't dare look. "Now, can I get you anything to drink
or eat? It must have been terrifying for you." At those words, he
cast a stern gaze to the people in the cafe his hard eyes all but
commanding them that the show was over and for them to return to
whatever they were doing before. His head felt like it would be
split open with the amount of pain raging within it but he held it
together turning his gaze to Simon.
"Sir, put that away. We don't need to scare anyone anymore." He
said firmly, balling his hands up in an effort to mask the tremors.
This whole situation was so bizarre and he just wanted to finish
his shift. Taking in a deep breath, he gave Sidney a wry smile
despite how the every writhing shadows that cloaked the people
around him was really unnerving him. "Come now, lets get you
something warm. It's on me, I promise."
What about me? I was helpless and innocent! Layla complained
in her head and shuffled back into line, shooting a glance at
Simon. She stood impatiently in the line, smooshed between two
couples. Ew. She wasn't jealous of them. Of course not. That
was silly. Instead she just felt bad for them. Stuck in a
relationship without being free or choosing your own
decisions... This was what drove her crazy. What drove her to
plan the shooting to kill her husband. Whatever was his name again?
Whatever was her kids' name again? Layla didn't care to recite
them. But that was then and this is now. And now was boring, so
Layla occupied herself with trying to remember. Was it Micheal?
Lukas? Benjamin? Countless names rang through her head, but
none of them were right. None of them seemed right.
she wants to dance like uma thurman /
bury me till i confess
Her blank gaze followed HongJoong as he went to settle the racket,
which surprisingly worked fairly quickly. She stared at the group
long enough for it to be rude, but thankfully her order arrived
before she or they could interact. She stuffed her hand in her
pocket as she turned around to face the counter once again and
pulled out almost 5 dollars, all she had at the moment. She set it
down and gently nudged it to the other worker and grabbed her drink
and donut. She couldn't help but to wonder what the sudden outburst
was about, she only caught a few words and apparently it was all
about a stupid knife. She let out a sigh as she moved out of the
way and began to walk towards the exit. On her way there, her
thoughts raced with the image of the strange shadow above the heads
of those in the cafe, it was so strange to see after so long.
Apparently there were more like her, more who escaped the claws of
death and lived a life of indirect murder just to stand here today.
Oh god... This couldn't be good... She glanced over at them as she
slowly walked by, only to have temptation and curiosity take over
her groggy mind and drive her towards them. The fact that Illisia
didn't know what was going on was killing her. For now, she decided
to simply spectate and wait to ask her questions, she found it rude
to just jump in on the conversation without any warning.
"The phrase “it’s just a
game” is such a weak mindset. You are ok with what
happened, losing, imperfection of a craft. When you
stop getting angry after losing, you’ve lost twice.
There’s always something to learn, and always room
for improvement, never settle."
-Sun Tsu, The Art of Gaming
Sidney gently puts the knife back into their pockets, as they
manner become peaceful and gentle, his face letting a gleeful smile
shine through, almost feeling like a different person now. Sidney
giving a charm look at HongJoong's with they deliver the smile
towards him, rising there hand out of their hair, proceeding to
fiddle their Spike Coller instead "I'll um...take whatever you
recommend" he tries his best to nonchalantly say, as it was clear
this was her first time here let alone know what they have. Seeing
that they caused enough trouble for one day Sidney, walk back
towards the chair, as they lean down to grab it setting it back in
place, this time gracefully placing themselves into the chair,
gently scooting themself back on toward the table placeing his chin
down, closeing there eyes as he begins humming to himself.
Simon suddenly gets shy because oft he number of people looking at
him, he does not want to make any friends because he is cared of
what could happen in the future. He rushed back down to his seat
and covered his face in fear. " I don't need things to go crazy
again..." he said to himself. He just wanted to go back to sleep,
but he knew that he couldn't if he tried.
Childishly sticking his tongue out at Layla, HongJoong rolled his
eyes. "I wasn't going to charge you on your order either." He
assured, taking note of where Sydney sat. A hot chocolate would
probably be best and while he was tempted to give the other his
signature Americano blend, he had a nagging feeling that it
probably wouldn't be best to give him any caffeine. Running a hand
through his hair, nails raking through the hairclip infested locks
with soft clacks, HongJoong turned back towards his co-worker
mouthing for a large hot chocolate. The soft Moombahton style
background music was calming enough as the adrenaline slowly seeped
out of HongJoong's body.
Slowly turning around to keep an eye on the customers, he caught
the eye of the customer from earlier, holding the hot chocolate and
doughnut she had ordered. It looked like she wanted to say
something and while a part of HongJoong screamed at him to mind his
own business for once, he could help but close the distance between
them. "Sorry for the poor service. It looks like you got your order
though." He apologized, bowing slightly head spinning at the sudden
change in elevation. Now that he wasn't hyped up on nerves, it was
easy to see how much it had been holding some symptoms back as he
had to blink a few times to get his sight to focus while ignoring
the stinging pain in his skull. The ocular blot had grown in size
too, worryingly so
The girl was slightly shocked that someone in the area would say
something to her, especially the one she had initially encountered.
She had to remind herself that she put herself in this situation,
standing right in the open instead of just walking away. It took
Illisia a moment to formulate a response, and another in order to
actually say it. "It's... fine, I guess..." She muttered, her eyes
gazing off elsewhere past his head. After her response, she slowly
let her eyes roam over the rest with the worrisome figures looming
over them, only to have her eyes snap back to HongJoong once she
remembered the very thing she had stopped for. "I apologize if this
is completely random, but uh..." Regret began to creep up her
throat in the form of a lump, forcing her to pause and try to calm
herself. "Are you supposed to be dead?" The question finally
managed to escape her mouth, but she soon saw the flaws in it, such
as how vague and creepy it was. "I-I'm sorry, what I meant to ask
was, did anything strange happen when you were in a fatal
incident?" Eh, the wording still wasn't the best in the question
but it would have to do.
"The phrase “it’s just a
game” is such a weak mindset. You are ok with what
happened, losing, imperfection of a craft. When you
stop getting angry after losing, you’ve lost twice.
There’s always something to learn, and always room
for improvement, never settle."
-Sun Tsu, The Art of Gaming
To see someone who was so imposing stumble over her words drew an
involuntary bubble of laughter from HongJoong but he quickly
clamped down on it before it could spill out of his mouth. It was
nice, knowing that talking was strangers was terrifying even to
people who could probably snap his spine in two. "You're going to
have to be more specific than than, honey." He teased, swaying
slightly on his feet as he let some of Captain's confidence bleed
into his words. "Lots of weird stuff have happened to me so I
wouldn't be surprised if I should be dead." Taking a quick look
around the Cafe, HongJoong discretely leaned forward, ignoring how
it felt like he would tip over the moment he leaned any further.
"You can see them too, can't you." He elaborated as his face fell
into a more serious look, raising a knowing eyebrow while pinning
Illisia with a piercing gaze that seemed to cut through any excuses
she would feel inclined to bring up. "And most likely they can
too." A sharp jerk his chin in the direct of the mass of writhing
formless shadows was all the proof that he had put two and two
together. Perhaps he was jumping to conclusions a bit too quickly
but over the years he had learned to trust his intuition and here
it was screaming that he was onto something.
Meeting someone like him who should have died but didn't while
living off darkness and stolen dreams wasn't exactly on his
itinerary for the day but it was a bit comforting to know that he
wasn't alone. He wondered what these people's shadows would taste
like, if he even could eat them. They would probably be delicious,
full of vibrant life and blood that didn't belong to them, coating
his tongue and sticking to the roof of his mouth as he gorged on a
feast of darkness. He was brought out of his euphoria when his
swaying body tipped too far to the left, forcing him to catch
himself before he ate the floor letting out a sheepish laugh as he
did so
Sidney catch rings of a certain conversation nearby, opening his
eyes as they jerk thier head on one of his sprawl out arms,
beginning to gently tap their fingers on the table wood, as his
spike wristband would let out a slight clank every time while doing
so. Sidney doesn't know the word subtle if it hit them In the head,
as their daze yet intriguing look in his eyes lock toward Lllisia
and HongJoong's, shifting between the two periodically while
letting out a crooked Smile on his face, not bothering to hide it
even a little bit as he let out silent but unsettling laugh to
himself. being dead...they would know since they are,
shouldn't even be existence here and now but they don't question
it, knowing that if they dose he would just become more unstable
than they already are, only knowing that their constant
never-ending Shadows everywhere and anywhere, without a moment of
having a slightest break with them, only beginning to lose their
exception of reality slowly yet painfully, not knowing what is real
or just another of those, nightmarish Shadows that haunts him.
Opting to take the bus into the city, the ride had been an almost
pleasant one. Living on one of the more rural routes, stops were
few and far between. There were never many, if any, passengers,
either, so Margot pretty much had from every seat to pick from. She
settled for the back-most seats. That way, if anyone else did
happen to get on board, she wouldn't have to feel their curious
gazes burning into the back of her head. A curiosity that knew no
better. But perhaps if they could see the things she could, they'd
turn a blind eye for once. Besides, who would willingly want to see
the darkness of everyone around them, including loved ones? Would
they believe her if she'd told them she had already died once?
"Hmm... a zombie doll..?" Margot chuckles to herself as she takes
out a small rhinestone covered diary and pen from her purse, not
minding the heads turning her way, "Let me make a note of that for
next Halloween's shoot..."
The bus jolts forward as it comes to its final stop in the city,
the sudden motion almost sending Margot into the back of the seat
before her, also causing her to drop her pen. She pouts, watching
as it rolls away from her down the aisle to the other side of the
bus. She followed behind the other passengers as they made their
way off of the bus, her eyes glued to the floor in an attempt to
catch a glimpse of her pen. A hand of an older gentleman appears
before her, holding said pen out to her.
"Mademoiselle Bellamy! I thought I recognised that face. Your
pen?"
"Ah, merci beaucoup!" she thanks, taking back the item.
"May I ask why you're out in the city today, it's not often you
leave the estate."
"I figured a change of scenery would do me some good, perhaps do
some shopping and try out a new café."
"If you're wanting a recommendation, there's this little coffee
shop that I think you'd like. I believe it's called the Aurora
Crescent, or something along those lines."
Directions were exchanged, followed by wishing each other a good
day before the two parted and Margot was left to navigate the city
streets. Where there were people, darkness followed. It was
unavoidable: she needed it if she wanted to survive. Being in the
modelling industry gave her easy access to just that, people.
Draining the energy from those willing to get close to share her
image around. Her followers so captivated by her innocent front
that they don't think twice about the disappearances of the
photographers who had worked with her. A toxic and manipulative
industry. More like an all you can eat buffet.
Margot steps into the coffee shop, deciding that getting a bite to
eat now would be much less hassle whilst she didn't have to carry
around bags of shopping with her.