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Thread: The Traveling Show (deerpoob and Mim)

His cheeks felt warm and he tightened his hold on her a bit, when he had thought about her past before it had occured to him that what she had said might have been a possibility, it's the same story all over the world isn't it? poor women resorting too using their bodies, or worse yet being forced into it. He sighed and ran his hand up and down her back I'm glad he found you...even if it wound up like this I'm glad I got to meet you and I'm glad you got away from such a life, I promise I'll do my best so you don't have to return to it, I know you will too they'd have to stick together if they wanted to avoid going down such a dark road, even though he knew she was capable, likely more capable then he was he couldn't help but feel protective. Daniel bit his lip and nodded, his body was sore but he found himself awake mentally me too...should we try and sleep? he asked her, both of them lying to the other, maybe it was to escape the crushing reality of the world, their mutual patron was a genocidal maniac who was potentially hunting them, they had both left home so young, on their own in a world that didn't accept their strange abilities and now they were again on their own, at least they had each other. He reached down and took her hand that wasn't over his body, squeezing it softly, it was strange how close they were and yet Daniel felt...it was difficult to describe, it wasn't that he found her unattractive or anything, he had taken an interest in her early on in his days at the circus, but it was just as if he wasn't thinking about things like that. Daniel felt comfortable, even laying on a rock in the middle of a dark cave he felt comfortable with her close by, it was as simple as that.
Thread: The Traveling Show (deerpoob and Mim)

I only hope you are right, Natasha said quietly from his chest, closing her eyes. Tattoos...piercings...the dragon...everything all ends in needles. One way or the other. I am glad I met you too, Daniel. He seemed to finally be starting to relax and had fallen into thought. When he spoke again she clenched her eyes shut tight and bit her lip in an attempt at patience. I have been trying to sleep since when we lay down. The acrobat tried not to sound too impatient. Natasha scooted closer to the knife thrower, every part of their body touching. The denim felt strange against her thighs as she tangled their legs together. She was surprised a little, however, when he took her hand and held it. She moved their hands up between their chests and laced their fingers. Her chest swelled around their clasped fingers as she took a deep breath and sighed. Good night, Daniel, she murmured sleepily, nuzzling her face into his neck for more warmth as she drifted into sleep.
Thread: Malin's open letters (a journal)

Dear Readers The last week has been a few words I can think of, Chaos, worrying, Pretty fucking dire, and of course stressful. So lets start with the biggest news, and the reason I'm finally taking some time to sit down and write something that isn't just a post. My gf underwent brain surgery last Tuesday the grind up to that event was miserable, and caused me so many nights of worry, and while she is recovering I feel like I was pretty powerless in the entire situation. Speaking of powerless, I moved my entire life to an island because i was promised a job, got here and then guess what... job was gone. So i'm sitting in this condo that I can't afford living off parents who view me as a disappointment, and I can't even go back to school because I have no money. So no college education, no job, and backed into a corner where I have to put up with everyone else being disappointed in me for things that are just outside of my control. Oh and my neice is visiting. In fact everyone came up to the island, my 8 year old neice, my mom and dad all dropped in because I'm living on an island and they are paying for it. So this incredibly small house is now over stalked with people I can't hear myself think because of how aggressive everyone else wants to be, and I basically became the family whipping boy. Oh and the worst part the reason I initially traded my schooling for this job, was because it was supposed to be my ticket away from these people. I was supposed to come out here have a job, and be done with my family for a year, well tough shit now I don't even have a place i can hide because my parents took the guest room, and my niece took my room. So I get to live on the sofa. My dad will at least be gone by the end of next week, and i've enrolled in a training program that will get me back on my feet, but it doesn't start till the end of September. So I guess that makes me my families dog till then. Your's truly, A very lost Malin.
Thread: Malin's open letters (a journal)

Dear Readers Well i certainly did not expect today to play out the way it did. A day after feeling like i'm at my most lost and confused i get a call on my cellphone and apparently i get a job interview with a union job I thought passed me over weeks ago. So I clean myself up go in and have a delightful interview with the heads of the program, and guess what they say I will know by Thursday if I have the job or not. The same day that the work program is supposed to contact me to see if I qualify for them or not. If I get the job then I'm going to take it, and use the training program as a fall back if I get the training program but not the job then that is gonna be my plan, if both tell me to fuck off... then I guess I'll be kicked out of my own home by my parents. They did it to my brother, It's actually the reason I have to look after my eight year old neice. Because my family cut off my brother a long time ago. I don't regret that. My brother is a felon, a violent self destructive drug abusive asshole and my relationship with him has always been one of abuse of every kind. Needless to say when he was kicked out onto the streets and his daughter taken from him I was not sad to see it happen. Now my parents are threatening me with the same fate. If I don't get this job or this training program, and I can't muster a way to live on my own, then I will be out on the street alone and disowned for no other reason then a failure to launch. Not because I couldn't keep my nose clean like my brother, but because no one is ever willing to give a chance to the guy who has no life experience but years of schooling. It's funny all my life I was told to go to college... so i did, and what do I have to show for it? an associates degree in English and fine arts because i wanted to go into publishing. Only to learn that there are no jobs in publishing because everyone is doing self publishing. The atomization of the internet has turned my dream job into a dying market. I'd go back to collegeuniversity but my pockets ran dry. So the value of my entire life goes up for auction to the highest bidder Thursday, and at the age of 23 I could find myself homeless and alone. Maybe it's just my paranoia, or my depression going... but right now I am very scared. Your's Truly A very nervous Malin.
Thread: Malin's open letters (a journal)

Malin, You have every right to be scared. Trust me when I say if there's one thing I never would have seen coming in my life - ever - it would be me being in a goddamn homeless shelter. And all because my parents won't take me and my spouse. It's very ... frustrating. I'm still viewed as the bad guy, at least to an extent. I've lost basically everything save for a select few precious items and aspects of myself. And yet, one of the ones I'd been so sure would remain by my side ... may just up and vanish. Anyway, that rant goes to my own journal. I'll be wishing the best for you and hope you get something, be it the job or work program. You're an amazing friend and no matter what happens, I'll keep in contact for sure with you and assist out in any way I can. -LadyYunaFFX2
Thread: Malin's open letters (a journal)

Dear Readers You know I didn't think it was possible to slap so much fear and panic into a 24 hour period, but all in all aside from not being able to sleep last night or tomorrow night and with my insomnia that is nothing new I think the worst of it is behind me. It starts early morning when I got a call in the hours before morning about 1150 at night. where my gf tells me she is back in the ER after complications had showed up. From there she calls me again around 700 to tell me that she has been schedueled for surgery again tomorrow morning, and the kicker being the doctors don't actually know what's wrong with her this time around. So already I'm nervous and shaking scared. The next phone call at this point comes in at about 100 in the afternoon, and it turns out to be the job I wanted to hear from... they went with someone else who has more experience. The ire and bane of my existence how are people supposed to get experience if you don't hire and train the people who don't have any? So at this point I am starting to panic, I will admit I don't really handle my fears that well. I'm the first to admit I am very easily frightened person. Anyone who has rp'd with me knows that I send out almost weekly pm's to people I don't hear from for an extended period of time, and that i do some times bug people who don't really want to be bugged on their skype if they give it too me. I tend to think of my rp partners as friends, and frankly I can come off as clingy and paranoid. but I had a meeting I had to attend with the job program still. The one thing that can at this point at least give me some assurance of an income and a home, as well as the much needed 'experience' that gets people hired in this day and age. So naturally I look like a wreck it doesn't matter how much i shave or shower I still look like I have been crying since about 7 in the morning which isn't wrong. I haven't slept, even in my best clothing I look drained. So I'm hoping to hear a miracle, and then i get one. My spot has been confirmed and the work program has enrolled me. Out of all the fear and terror that I have been feeling over the past three days I finally have some good news. Now I still have to move of course and I have been given till the end of October to move out so I get to go through the joys of job hunting for a much cheaper and smaller home which i'm okay with because at the end of the day, at least for tonight I get a home over my head, and food in my stomach. Which is very different from how this day could have played out. Of course all of this comes under the shadow of what started this all off, My gf's second surgery in two weeks. I'm hoping this will also be the last one for a little while. When it comes to her and surgeries I'm hopeful and optimistic that all goes well. Considering how this day started, and how it's going to end, heres hoping for brighter days ahead. Yours Truly. A very optimistic Malin.
Thread: Malin's open letters (a journal)

Dear Readers Yesterday was a day where I was anxiously biting my nails as my gf went into surgery and struggling with deep seaded paranoia. And nothing was helped by the fact that after they were done with the surgery they had to tell her that actually they had made a mistake and placed the shunt in the wrong place. So they had too put her BACK into surgery. if any of you reading this are brain surgeons I get it, mistakes happen and things can get misplaced. However the human brain is not a living room please do not misplace things inside peoples skulls. any way with all my trauma's and drama's dealt with for the first time in two weeks i actually feel a lot better... Tomorrow i take a first aid class so I will be gone most of the day. I think I will keep this journal up and running it's been very helpful in dealing with my fears. yours truly a very tired but relaxed Malin
Thread: Malin's open letters (a journal)

Dear Malin, It's odd for them to bring up to your girl that they fucked up after the surgery. One would think andor hope they would fix their error first, not just decide to end the surgery. Yet I remind myself of this being very akin to the first time I got my eye surgery for double vision. I was told basically the same thing and got a second surgery which corrected the problem in a month or less. While I am no certified doctor, I did actually just finish learning about the brain, its structure, and other various biologicalanatomy-related terms. And it is definitely not a living room. In fact, its really fascinating yet simultaneously complex and - because of that - very intimidating. So one would think even more they'd want to avoid any screw ups. But .. what do I know? Nothing according to our mindset of the society. Lovely. Mhm, journals definitely help. Writing in any form or fashion does, really. But free-form like this is often the most used and sometimes one of the easier kinds as opposed to poetry. It depends on the person really. Glad things are turning around for the better. -LadyYunaFFX2
Thread: Homeward Bound [[Blink and Soul are BACK!]

The sound of the mechanism turning in the door-handle was a severe interruption against the silent evening air, enough to cause the man on the stoop to stumble backward a step, ducking slightly out of a sudden near panic, lifeless eyes going wild. But as the door actually started to push in, and a figure began to take up the entryway, he forced himself to relax a bit, and once she came into clear view, he no longer needed to force himself. Rather, he visibly relaxed, eyes beginning to water as he felt his chest near violently tighten, lungs seizing on the air that he was trying to breathe. There she was, looking a bit different than the last he'd remembered, but it was her no less, and that was all that mattered. As she was looking him over with a lack of recognition, he was examining her in turn, taking in the sight, the smell, the sound of her breathing. He could see it in her eyes, a lifeless pain that he didn't fully understand, see the joylessness in her skin, and it broke his heart to a degree, as if it hadn't already been broken enough. And then she spoke, or started to at the least, and at first it was clear that she hadn't the slightest idea who he was, but as quickly as it became evident, it was vanquished. One moment she was staring at him with a dumbfounded look, and the next she was on the floor, sobbing and crying out. It was enough to startle him, and he edged backward a step before he realized just what exactly had just happened, and then he allowed himself to ease to down onto the porch floor in front of her, pressing his tired and sore knees against the wood surface. He knew he likely smelled of blood and sweat and grime and who knew what else he knew his form was frail and lithe he knew he looked like death, and respectively he felt like death as well but none of that mattered, not in the slightest. Without hesitation, he reached for her, getting his arms around her as tightly as he could manage, his form trembling slightly. A sharp breath broke through his lips and he leaned towards her, pulling with every ounce of drained strength he had left, getting as close to her as he possibly could to do nothing more that just hold, at least for a moment, for as long as he possibly could. Lottie... His voice, foreign to his own ears, hoarse and dry, a near whisper of sound, left his lips without even the slightest thought, entering her ear like a slow, gentle tide. I love you.
Thread: Homeward Bound [[Blink and Soul are BACK!]

Charlotte didn't have to wait for a solid hug before she moved. At the lightest touch from him, the blonde summoned enough strength to bring herself forward and wrap her arms around the man's neck, her hand moving almost instinctually to the back of the man's head, as she had plenty of times before. Though it wasn't as smooth as it was before, it was still a part of him. The woman's slender form was shaking with the remains of her sobs, but her hold on him was tight, as if he would slip away if she dared to hold him any looser. She couldn't let that happen again. When his voice cracked out her name, or what she had gone by so long ago, Charlotte's breath caught again, only to let out another cry, giving the man what seemed to be another squeeze, tightening her grip in a way she didn't think was possible. I love you too, she insisted. There was no way Lotte was going to let his moment pass. In the doorway of her home, she decided it was as good of a time as ever to tell the man how she felt. Honestly, she wasn't even sure what she was saying, all she knew was that her gut was telling her to speak and she was going to obey it. The blonde held herself against Chance for as long as she could, until she found enough strength to loosen her hold and withdraw just less than an arms length away, eyes meeting the man's with a hope and joy she hadn't felt grow in years. It felt strange to have this feeling again, the warmth slowly spreading over her as it settled in the idea of who was in front of her... You're not dead, she added softly, the back of her hand rubbing her eye to wipe away the tears that had somehow managed to linger there.
Thread: Homeward Bound [[Blink and Soul are BACK!]

In his prime, she'd have recognized him the moment she'd opened the door, he'd have wasted no time at all in reaching to catch her, break her fall, gather her up against his chest in his arms with strength and solidity. He'd have been able to coo to her with lullings of love and fondness and care that he had always felt for her, to assure her, make her smile. It would have seemed so much more natural, more common, like resuming a paused movie after five years. But this wasn't a movie, and neither of them were even remotely the same anymore. He swallowed hard to try and tide the dryness and the boulder in his throat, concentrating instead on breathing in the scent of her hair through his nose, losing himself in the comfort and warmth that her embrace brought about, and the sound of her voice, at last, like a beacon out of a narrow grave, chiseled through every inch of his senses. She loved him too, words that meant the world and more, and words to begin with. Words spoken directly from her lips, into his own ear, in person, for the first time in the longest time that he couldn't ever remember. He'd had no idea just how long it had been, only that it had been too long, and it had been nearing a point where he'd been struggling to fully remember the sound of her voice anymore, or the comfort and warmth she made him feel, the way one look into those eyes of hers could break him down to rubble, the touch of a feather but strength of one-thousand forces. And now, she was back in his arms, and he was back in hers, he was back, he was home . The words that left her lips next after she'd leaned back to meet his eyes were striking, and he found himself looking back at her with confusion and loss. But then the realization sunk in, and he understood. He'd disappeared as far as anyone knew, and the military was only able to hunt for so much time before they had to assume that the missing person was no more. In his absence, his family, Charlotte, had been told he was missing, and then that he was dead. They'd probably had a closed, empty casket funeral and ceremony, received a plaque and flag. They'd all been through hell likely, and he the same. But to see him back now, despite the ragged mess he was, well, he only imagined it felt the same for her as it did for him a breath of fresh air, a rush of stolen life. Shaking his head just slightly, he leaned closer to her, brushing his dry lips against the soft skin of her forehead for a fleeting second before he leaned back to meet her eyes once more. No, he managed softly. Not dead... not yet... I couldn't let them kill me... you told me that if I died out there you'd bring me back and kill me again, that if anyone was ever going to kill me you'd do it yourself and save everyone else the trouble. I promised I'd come back... and here I am... home.... His voice was uneven, dropping out near completely at times, like a cellphone with shoddy service, going in and out, struggling to break over the fuzz and crackling.
Thread: Homeward Bound [[Blink and Soul are BACK!]

The feeling that were rushing over Charlotte were far more than she had ever thought she could or would deal with. To have her friend back from death, it was something she only dreamed would happen. And now that he was there in front of her, breathing her in, kissing her forehead and speaking to her was just what she wanted, more than anything. It didn't matter where they were or what the situation was around them, all that mattered was that Charlotte had her friend back with her, her arms wrapped around him in any way possible. With a gentle brush of her hand, the blonde let her fingers trail over the man's cheek, lightly trailing beneath his tired eyes to wipe away what was left there as he began to remind Lotte of her words. A smile came to her lips, a blush rising to her pale cheeks as she remember what she had told him all those years ago. It was true, she had threatened to go after whoever killed her friend. He was hers to tease and punch, not some back water fool with a stolen gun. It was bad enough that he was went off to a boot camp where another person could yell at him without consequence. As soon as Chance announced that he had joined the military, each of their friends had joked that a drill sergeant would be no different than the blonde that Chance was oh so close to. Of course, Lotte couldn't deny that, although she wasn't quite as strict. And she didn't have a title in front of her name. And I stand by that, she joked, withdrawing her hand from the man's face to rest it gently on his shoulder. Her eyes flickered to life for a moment before the light vanished as they began to trail down over the man to see just how he looked. It was an awkward position to look at him in, but Charlotte didn't quite have the strength to rise to her feet yet. She gave him a faint smile, letting her eyes travel over his ripped uniform and unshaven face before meeting his eyes once again. Thank god you are, she mumbled softly before her head laid down against his shoulder, eyes sliding closed as she took in a deep breath. Chance didn't quite smell like himself, but that could simply be accounted to the fact that he just travelled to see her. Charlotte wasn't about to make a big deal over such a thing. You have so much to catch up on, she added, squeezing his shoulder lightly before lifting her head, attempting another smile. Have... you seen your family yet? Or am I your lucky first?