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' -- a bit-- maybe? yea'? '
“Don’t you think it’s strange that they don’t want anyone to turn out like us?”
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this girl was s u c h a child.
she acted like one; even
s m e l l e d like one. the
scent of immaturity
lingered from her
tainted blood;
the blood of a f a c t i o n l e s s.
it was a hard word to seethe
from behind closed lips,
and even then, the word
itself was difficult to utter
from the depths of her
throat. so, with gritted
teeth, and flaring nostrils,
breath hot and irritated
into the cool air, she
rolled hazel hues to
the sky, and back
again.
just, hold it, hold on a
while longer; don't hurt
her y e t.
' y' reek of 'mmaturity; the
fake scent of someone
'ho's no where near
their a g e. y'd be
better off if y'd jus'
go, and leave me
b e. '
❝ Actually—funny thing
is, I can! ❞
{ Carmen honestly didn’t even
care about anybody that saw
her roaming around this place
without a care in the world. she
has a mentality of a child, and
really she probably shouldn’t be
walking around here, but to her
the boss of this place could get
her thrown out and she’d still find
a way back in.
and to p r o v e it, she decides to
take a pen, roll up a sleeve and
write the words “carmen can do
whatever she wants
— boss wo/man”
onto her arm. }
❝ See! ❞
{ She’s really going to end up
getting s l a p p e d one day. }
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forgive and forget?? haha no resent and remember
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what a time to be alive indeed.
more or less drop d e a d. miss
poppet was always in a good
mood; and even when she
didn't seem like it, she
a l w a y s was.
it was annoying.
but now; miss morbid didn't
even want to look at her and
her sunshiney face. it was
too much for her and her
darkened days.
a huff, heaving through a stiff
chest, toned arms crossing
over her frame as hues of
hazel flicker over the other.
' 'ey-- an' n o. y' can't
walk 'round like this.
an' i'm not even
'possed t' be talkin'
with y'. '
❝ I wasn’t even going to
say a word; but since
you spoke first—hi! ❞
{ WHAT A TIME TO BE ALIVE!
Carmen’s ran into an old
pal, someone that for some
reason hates her guts—and
yet the princess still tries her
hardest to talk to the other.
Maybe it’s because she finds
miss morbid fun to be around
—even if every time they meet
gray’s somehow always in a
bad mood. }
❝ —am I not even allowed
to have a stroll any more? ❞
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that's definitely new on
an animal.
' asked who y' were. '
[ his ears swivel around. ]
❝ excuse me ? ❞
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a heaving sigh, chest
falling quickly before air is
taken back through flaring
nostrils. she doesn't want
to talk about it; at all.
' not now, carmen.
wha-- wha' 're y'
even doin' 'ere? '
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a pause; and a quirk
of an already raised
eyebrow.
' an' 'y 're? '
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thefireflycargo
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a calloused hand snaps
out, stretching to grip the wrist
of the dangling teen hanging over
the edge. she grunts; hefting her
to the side, only to heave her over
the ledge and upon the hot
concrete top.
talk about careful.
' y' 'kay, kid? '
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did it ever occur to you
i might like [ keeping ] what happened to me
buried down d e e p ?
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“I am selfish. I am brave.”
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