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When life leaves you high and dry I'll be at your door tonight If you need help, if you need help I'll shut down the city lights, I'll lie, cheat, I'll beg and bribe To make you well, to make you well.
 Give me reasons to believe
That you would do the same for me. 
╒Momo ran until his legs began to ache, until hie feet felt blistered, his lungs ran out hair and his whole body felt like it would drop dead any moment but still he never slowed. Only when he couldn't see the cookie cutter houses, his Mother's happy face, and the manicured green lawns did he slow and fell to the ground not taking into account, nor caring, that his hands scraped against gravel and that some was digging into his knees through the rips in his jeans. All of that didn't matter, all that did was what he had said, what he had done was now coming back to haunt him and he couldn't find himself to be ashamed. For once he had said what was on his mind but he still felt guilty that he had hurt his mother. A tiny voice in the back of his head told him that he shouldn't since this was only a fraction of what he had felt when his mother had been doing it, but he never liked listening to that voice. Instead he curled up on the heard ground with his knees propped up to his chest and his long sleeved arms snuggled around him and cried not even hearing the sound of someone approaching him from behind. ╝
Like a drum, baby, don't stop beating.
Like a drum my heart never stops beating for you. |
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Posted: Thu Apr 10, 2014 7:53 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2014 2:19 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 16, 2014 4:46 pm
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Sometimes, Ava felt like he was a secret agent.
Walking down the lanes on Finsbury, he certainly felt like he was then, living a double life. He was still the same person, but Ava didn't really feel like the Ava who had gone clubbing a week ago was the same Ava he was now, holding a book, bag filled with stationery and his art gear as he walked down the path in knee-high steampunk boots-- the most daring thing he was donning and a far cry from the outfit he had almost had to pour himself into that time he was with Ava.
It was hard not to think about it, seeing as it was such an odd thing and he himself was the odd thing in question and the blond was easily sucked into his own swirl of thoughts as he walked, not exactly paying attention to where he was going as he did so. Maybe he should have, but it was so far out of his reach as he mused on the latter topic that it was almost futile. Predictably, something happened and Ava promptly collided with one somebody-- who had a really nice body, by the way and was probably not the appropriate thought for the current time-- sending him stumbling to the ground as his behind hit the pavement. Quickly pushing himself up, though, the Squib turned to the person he had bumped into, cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he picked up his book, facing the taller. "I'm so sorry! I should have watched where I was going-- are you alright?" he asked, tone worried even as he did so.
Yet another difference to ponder, he blindly thought, looking up at the person. Maybe he would think about it another time too.
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Posted: Wed Apr 16, 2014 6:09 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 16, 2014 9:27 pm
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When life leaves you high and dry I'll be at your door tonight If you need help, if you need help I'll shut down the city lights, I'll lie, cheat, I'll beg and bribe To make you well, to make you well.
Give me reasons to believe
That you would do the same for me.
╒Momo couldn't believe the nerve of this man following him and trying to talk him into going back to his disgustingly perfect and then asked why he thought he or his mother hated him? Like he didn't know! "'Warum?!' Weil du sie gestohlen weg von mir! Weil du sie verheiratet und brachte uns dann von der nur zu Hause, die ich je gekannt habe! Weil Sie immer wieder versuchen, mich in diese machen ... das perfekte Bild von einem Sohn und dann versuchen, enttäuscht sein, wenn ich nicht!" he huffed in his native German. He was getting ready for his second points of his rant when Nicolaus interrupted him. "Ich habe dich immer geliebt, wissen Sie." he said softly. Momo glanced up at him in shock, not just that the man also knew German, but was more surprised by the fact that the older man wasn't even looking at him but at his hands in his lap. It was like he wasn't even seeing him or even in his own body anymore. "Vat do you mean?" he asked quietly instead of his normal brusque harshness he was used to doing when talking to him.╝
Like a drum, baby, don't stop beating.
Like a drum my heart never stops beating for you. |
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Posted: Wed Apr 16, 2014 9:53 pm
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 xxxxxxx
☉ Head of Think Tank for Department of Mysteries
Nicolaus sighed as he thought back to his first visit to Germany, to the time he first met Klara Mohren and how her beauty and personality swept him up into a hurricane of fast love. "When Klara first mentioned she had a son, I wanted to meet you right that second. But she kept making excuses, saying you were shy and didn't like to meet new people. Or that you were at school, or that you were sick. I finally just asked if she just didn't want us to meet because she thought we were just a fling and only then did she finally relent and allow us to meet, do you remember?" he looked at the young teen and for a second saw the mirage of that tiny little boy dressed in lederhosen and a tiny adorable scowl. Huh, kinda like now only instead of cutesy overalls he was wearing...whatever it was he was wearing now. "You were this adorable little boy that looked almost every bit of your mother but had your own tiny quirks, your own personality and character and I loved that. I still do." Nicolaus looked pleadingly over to Monty almost begging him with his eyes to understand.
"When I had to return to London I made sure to involve notes asking how you were and what you were learning in school. Whenever I sent gifts I made sure to involve trinkets from other travels for you, or toys, or books, I tried everything to try and get to know you. I never got a response so I just kept trying until Klara told me I was only annoying you. So I just bothered her for answers and all she would tell me is that you were a normal healthy little boy that had a favorite football team. So when I moved you two out here I tried to make you as comfortable as possible. Only...I see that I probably didn't try hard enough if you really thought I hated you." he spoke softly and brokenly. He had thought he had been doing the right thing, marrying his mother, asking them to take on his name to give the little boy a father. Now he could see how selfish and arrogant he had really been thinking that Monty would willingly and gladly leave his homeland for one he'd probably never thought of let alone want to live on and to live with a man who had virtually stolen his mother. Nicolaus took a look over at his stepson to see if his words had helped or hindered and saw him lost in thought. He gave a sigh and glanced at the setting sun. "I have a few contacts still in Germany who could probably buy back your old home if it wasn't already sold for you and your mother,"
"Ent vat of my little brudder?" the accented voice interrupted him causing him to turn sharply to look at the young teen.
"What do you mean?" he asked curiously.
☉Current State: Anxious, Hurt
☉Current Place: Park
☉Current Company: Monty
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Posted: Wed Apr 16, 2014 10:39 pm
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When life leaves you high and dry I'll be at your door tonight If you need help, if you need help I'll shut down the city lights, I'll lie, cheat, I'll beg and bribe To make you well, to make you well.
Give me reasons to believe
That you would do the same for me.
╒Momo listened for once when Nicolaus began to tell his tale of how he and his mother began to court never hearing the details before. He wasn't exactly hearing them now but it was a bit of a shock to him to learn that he had wanted him from their first meeting. It was more of a shock to learn that he had included notes and questions about him in those letters to his mother and even gifts considering he'd never received any. It made him wonder that maybe it wasn't this Englishman he should've been questioning but his own mother. But that was another problem for another time. He watched as this man bared his very soul before him and felt every bit of guilt and worthlessness that he should've been feeling since he was eight years old. Despite his rather abrupt way of doing it, Nicolaus really cared and had tried to show just how much when he decorated the house for them. When he started speaking about their old home in Germany he began getting worried and brought up his new sibling hoping to stop his thoughts from going where he thinks they're about to go.
"Da, my baby bruder. Do not abandon him like my vater did meine mutter ent me. Plus...Sie sind nicht so schlecht." he murmured some pink presenting itself upon his cheeks. Monty was surprised to hear a rich chuckle coming from Nicolaus and with a sudden realization found that he'd never heard the man laugh. At least, not with him around. It was kinda...nice.
'Thank you Monty. I don't want to and I won't abandon you or little Oliver." the boy nodded in satisfaction, relief, and (he would never admit it) happiness that he was also included in his speech. "Since we're finally having our tiny heart to heart, are they some other things you want to get off your chest?" The German boy wasted no time.
"I hate meine room! I know sie vent tru a lot to make it so aber, I do not like fußball zat much." he barely concealed his shiver making the older man laugh again much to his delight.
"Ok, then you tell me exactly how you want your room and I'll make sure it's perfect before you have to go back to school again. That said, I think we've worried your mother enough as it was." Monty couldn't control the wince as he thought of all the horrible things he had yelled at the poor woman just a few hours ago before feeling arms wrapped around him in a side hug as they also helped him stand. He turned to see Nicolaus giving him his same grin, the one that had been directed to him maybe hundreds of times during the past few years and yet, this time felt like the first he had really seen it. He gave one of his own back, tentative and smile, but the first real smile he'd ever given the man and was rewarded with an even wider one. It felt nice and warm, sort of like the hug he was getting.
"So is there anything about the library you don't like?"
"Nein! Don't even touch die bibliothek! Es pervect de way it is!" he argued vehemently not understanding why Nicolaus found it so funny but was just happy to know that he could make the man feel amusement.╝
[Exit Nicolaus and Monty]
Like a drum, baby, don't stop beating.
Like a drum my heart never stops beating for you. |
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Posted: Tue Jul 08, 2014 12:23 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 08, 2014 1:07 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 11, 2014 3:10 am
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ℂ𝕌ℝℝ𝔼ℕ𝕋𝕃𝕐 ╔═══════════════════════════════╗ Single
Looking Free at the Park with the Crowd
xxxFEELINGxxx
Happy
xxxTHINKINGxxx
❝ Making good money today... ❞ ╚═══════════════════════════════╝
I'm a little down, but I'm not dead. ♫ ♫ ♫xxx
There's a little bit more that has to be said. ♫ ♫ ♫xxxxxx
You play me, now I play you, too. ♫ ♫ ♫xxxxxxxxx
Let's just call it over. ♫ ♫ ♫xxxxxxxxxxxx
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spaceDeirdre stood towards the middle of the park, her guitar in hand (as always), a smile on her face as she performed for the small crowd that had gathered. It wasn't much, perhaps ten or so people, hardly even counted as a crowd, but she'd take it. Partially because for every person that stopped, at least five seemed to pause long enough to toss a pound or two in and partially because there was a perfectly adorable little girl dancing a few feet to her right. She always loved that, seeing the children. It was one of the reasons she preferred playing in parks like this to pretty much anywhere else. Even paid gigs paled in comparison to seeing some little tot getting caught up in the music. Normally of late, she'd been a bit broody, a bit dark, but today, the sun was out, her guitar was tuned, and she played her favorite jaunty tunes, purely so she could see that little girl dance. Or, almost purely. She was trying to earn a bit of a living, after all. She'd played a pretty good show a few nights ago, and the money had been good, but an altercation after the performance with a drunken regular had her doubting she'd ever be asked back. Apparently, the man had blamed her for the fact that his girlfriend got pissed at him for staring a little too intently while she'd played... she'd answered that his girlfriend could probably do better than him. But, hell, how was she supposed to've known that the guy was the owner's second cousin or whatever? The point was, he'd been an a**.
spaceShe shook her head a bit, banishing the thought and focusing her attention back on the show. She took a moment to glance over at her biggest fan, offering the child a small wave and playing a couple of lines right to her, causing the little girl to erupt into giggles and almost fall over as she spun. The girl's mother laughed a bit and tossed another tenner into Dee's case, much to her excitement. It seemed like the longer she played and the more the girl danced, the more charitable her mother became. Well, she was perfectly fine with that, of course. Although, as she continued, she couldn't seem to shake the feeling that she was being watched... which was ridiculous, because obviously she was being watched. She had a crowd of ten or so people watching her. But... this was different. She could feel eyes on her, but had no idea who was watching. It wasn't the eyes of anyone in the crowd; it was different. She felt almost uneasy, but kept playing all the same. If she'd attracted a stalker, it wouldn't be the first time. She'd broken two guitars over the head of questionable men before she'd decided it was a better idea to carry a can of pepper spray. Besides, she was safe for now; whoever it was, they'd hardly accost or attack her now, in the middle of a crowd. If she could keep playing until the feeling passed, she'd be fine. Eventually, they'd give up and leave. They almost always did... almost.
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xxx♫ ♫ ♫ All the broken hearts in the world still beat.
xxxxxx♫ ♫ ♫ Let's not make it harder than it has to be.
xxxxxxxxx♫ ♫ ♫ Oh, it's all the same thing.
xxxxxxxxxxxx♫ ♫ ♫ Girls chase boys chase girls.
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Posted: Sat Jul 12, 2014 7:38 pm
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MONEY DON'T GROW ON TREES XXXXX I'VE GOT BILLS TO PAY XXXXX I'VE GOT MOUTHS TO FEED XXXXX AIN'T NOTHING IN THIS WORLD FOR FREE AND !x ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxx no . ▪ . i . ▪ . can't xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ♛ x ❛ █▌║█▌║█▌║█▌
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Running a hand through his hair, Johnny Hallwyd strode along the lanes at Finsbury park, looking for all the world the picture of some soul-searching wandering spirit, sort of like an old-time cowboy, but not. He felt slightly out of place among the normal park-goers╼ he wasn't exactly a lovestruck teen, or a hassled mother, or any of that ilk. Truth be told, he didn't really know why he was there.
Alright, so that was a lie. Total lie. Lying through his teeth.
At least, if things took a turn for the worst, Johnny could spin round and say with a good, clear conscience that it was all Marian's fault anyway. Everything ended up being Marian's fault one way or another, from his current situation to the slightly uncomfortable snugness of his corduroy pants as he walked. Suppressing a wince of discomfort, Johnny inwardly conceded his point╼ these were Marian-picked clothes, except for the faded, grey-blue dress shirt he was currently donning, sleeves rolled up to expose the wiry forearms and the plethora of ink twisting over the tanned skin. His boots clunked solidly as he walked, trailing his gaze over much everything as he felt the distinct out-of-placeness of his person on the scene make itself known.
The rest of his godforsaken family had finally gotten to their quarterly "kick him out of the house" ritual, maintaining that the constant indoorsy-ness he was currently lounging away his life in was far too unhealthy for someone his age. Forty-one, they'd said, it's time you went out and got some air, and eat food that didn't consist of 1/4 parts actual meal and 3/4 parts coffee. The bloody chits. Honestly. As he was coming up with a few suitable, temporary repercussions on the rest of his family for this unnecessary stunt, the man's attention was pulled away when a more melodious variant of the park's sounds floated over to his place, eliciting a turn of his head towards the sound. A nice sight met him╼ a busker and the adorable, madly dancing girl beside her.
He recognized the taller figure immediately╼ one of Marian's friends, he'd remembered because she was one of those he had actually liked, as opposed to some of the idiots his sister brought home every now and again. The chit was too sociable for her own good, though he didn't mind this particular one, since she was good to Marian and was more than easy on his eyes╼ not that he'd say that out loud, he was no uncouth. Dee, was her name? Something with a 'D', anyway, he decided. Walking over to the small group gathered to watch, Johnny pulled out a couple of bills, not paying much mind to the figures╼ there were only large bills in it, unfortunately, as the jangling of loose change tended to bother him more than it did others╼ and dropped them into the case, tipping his hat to the woman before moving away to sit at a nearby park bench.
The day wasn't turning out to be all too bad, all things considering, and the music was nice.
❛❛ Sometimes you just have to sit back and enjoy the flowers. ❞
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Mood :: Content || Location and Action :: Finsbury Park, Idling || Company :: Park People
Outfit :: too lazy to polyvore || OOC :: beg ur forgiveness sob
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Posted: Sun Jul 13, 2014 5:10 pm
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ℂ𝕌ℝℝ𝔼ℕ𝕋𝕃𝕐 ╔═══════════════════════════════╗ Single
Looking Free at the Park with the Crowd
xxxFEELINGxxx
Happy
xxxTHINKINGxxx
❝ Making good money today... ❞ ╚═══════════════════════════════╝
I'm a little down, but I'm not dead. ♫ ♫ ♫xxx
There's a little bit more that has to be said. ♫ ♫ ♫xxxxxx
You play me, now I play you, too. ♫ ♫ ♫xxxxxxxxx
Let's just call it over. ♫ ♫ ♫xxxxxxxxxxxx
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spaceDee felt the presence draw nearer; after years of playing in parks and on streets, she was used to being aware of her surroundings, particularly the people. A man approached, and she relaxed somewhat, realizing that it was Johnny, Marian's brother. He seemed like something of a hermit, she thought. She seemed to recall his sister rather loudly declaring that he spent far too much time cooped up indoors. If that was the case, she couldn't imagine why he wasn't there now, but whatever. It wasn't as though she disliked him or anything; she just didn't know him. He seemed more than a bit anti-social. Deirdre was actually surprised she remembered his face at all. then again, that might've been because the few times she had caught a glimpse of the man, she'd thought he was rather attractive. Almost her father's age, though, so she'd mostly ignored it. Besides, he was her friend's brother, and she didn't make a habit of flirting with her friend's brothers. Of course, none of her other friends had brothers who were quite so good looking, but that was beside the point.
spaceThe musician missed a cord in her song when she watched him toss bills in her case, surprised by the amount. She knew the family was well-off, but still. Why would he tip his sister's friend at all, much less with that amount? Of course, there was always the chance that he didn't recognize her; Marian did have a rather large number of friends, he couldn't be expected to keep them all straight. And she was one of the quieter of the number, no less fun, but certainly more subdued. Still, what was it with these Hallwyds and giving her such obscene tips? It bordered on charity... if she didn't need the money, and didn't know that she worked her a** off to be so good, she'd be offended. But, hell, rent wasn't cheap (or, it was, but it wasn't free), a girl needed to eat, and being a musician was ******** hard. So, she took it, without complaint.
spaceFiguring that with Lord (the title sounded sarcastic, even in her head) Hallwyd's oh-so generous donation, she was done for the day. She wrapped up the song and thanked everyone for coming and watching her, offering a special goodbye and a hug to the dancing child, whose name she was informed was Cynthia, and wanted to know if she would be back. Dee informed the girl, and her mother, that she was usually here around this time, this day, every week, and then left the pair to approach Johnny, an amused smile on her face. "Feel a bit weird, taking money from my good friend's older brother," she said with a small smirk, and then, after a pause, "... You don't even know who I am, do you?" She wasn't offended or angry about it, just stating what she assumed to be the fact of the matter. It wasn't like she expected him to keep track of Marian's social life, after all. The woman wasn't known for slowing down.
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xxx♫ ♫ ♫ All the broken hearts in the world still beat.
xxxxxx♫ ♫ ♫ Let's not make it harder than it has to be.
xxxxxxxxx♫ ♫ ♫ Oh, it's all the same thing.
xxxxxxxxxxxx♫ ♫ ♫ Girls chase boys chase girls.
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2014 7:31 pm
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It's all around me, and I can't wish this away...
You so amaze me, you took my monster away...
Wake me, c'mon and wake me up now!
I want to cut off my strings and break- Loose of your control of me...
Cut your strings and be free with me!
Everybody, shake your body...
Lift your hands, stop fronting...
{ ASTERIA FREY } - {ASTER} - { AGE NINE } - { MUGGLEBORN } You're just a puppet: Triumphant - To all the marionettes: Ha! - If you're gonna run: Peasants - How fast ya gonna run: Finsbury Park
Aster perched on the top of the jungle gym, the part the sign at the front of the playground warned you not to go up on, and defiantly stood up, ignoring the "where are your parents, should I call the police" stare a passing mother pushing a stroller was giving her. The blonde girl triumphantly punched the air, light on her feet as she balanced precariously. Ha! Nothing could stop her now. For she was Aster Frey, conqueror of playgrounds, queen of the park, ruler of the kingdom of Finsbury, goddess to the mere peasants (and by that she meant the toddlers across the playground eating sand in the sandbox), and no man, woman, or child was ever going to remove her from her throne- well... except gravity. Aster slipped, one foot followed the other out from under her, she wobbled , tried to fling herself forward to grab onto something that didn't exist, managed to topple forward, and did a weird flip into the air in desperation, which just propelled her further away from her make believe throne and into the void of space.
She landed in a perfect crouch on the ground. Her breathing was harsh and erratic and her dark blue eyes were wide in shock and excitement, and her blonde braid was sticking up all over the place, but she'd had another stroke of luck! This sort of thing had happened before, not getting hurt when she should have been badly injured... just never like this. Tripping down a few steps and receiving no bruises was one thing. Though, there had been that time she'd tried leaping from the landing... Hey, you had to live dangerously sometimes. She straightened up, wondering if anyone had seen. Maybe they'd recorded it and it would be all over the internet by tonight. She could be a celebrity. Well, more of a celebrity. She was already pretty famous. At school. But it was summer, so no thinking about school allowed. Aster liked school okay, when people did what she wanted and weren't being stupid. Unfortunately, the other kids had a bad habit of not doing what she wanted. Good thing they were all scared into nearly wetting themselves by her fight (okay, more like outright attack) on that one idiot during the last week of school who called her short. Yeah. He was shorter by the time she was done with him. At least in terms of ego, anyways.
I'LL BRING IT ON IF I HAVE TO, TO ALL THOSE STILL SLEEPING!
And if you're gonna jump, how high can you jump?
All you perpetrators, walking around fronting!
What?! You fakers afraid to stand for something?!
Marauders on a mission... Hitting ya with air ammunition!
At war with the puppet master...
I'll bring it on if I have to!
To all the people still sleeping... |
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2014 7:47 pm
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ℂ𝕌ℝℝ𝔼ℕ𝕋𝕃𝕐 ╔═══════════════════════════════╗ 8 Years Old
Looking Adorable at the park with Mum and Aster
xxxFEELINGxxx
Amazed
xxxTHINKINGxxx
❝ How did she do that?! ❞ ╚═══════════════════════════════╝
Who am I? ✿ ✿ ✿xxx
Who am I? ✿ ✿ ✿xxxxxx
But a sound of tomorrow ✿ ✿ ✿xxxxxxxxx
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spacePamela had just been set loose by her mum. The woman had taken her out shopping today, and apparently her feet were killing her. Pamela didn't quite get that, since she felt perfectly fine, but Mum always said things were aching on her that wouldn't ache on Pamela until she was much, much older. The tired mother had brought her daughter to the park in a final effort to vanquish the last of the child's energy before they went home, and so that she could have a seat to rest heels. Pam hadn't even looked back when her mother told her to go on and play; she'd been off like a rocket, racing to the playground with a wide grin on her face. Hopefully, there would be someone around her own age to play with, right? The thought had no sooner crossed her mind than she looked up to see another blonde girl perched rather precariously atop the jungle gym. She stared in awe at the other girl, amazed at how brave and skilled she would have to've been to get up so high. Pamela was hardly a scaredy-cat, but she wouldn't have ever climbed up there without help. And with good reason; she watched, eyes wide and fearful, when the blonde suddenly fell.
spaceOr... didn't fall. She'd started to fall, but then flipped instead, landing on the ground as if she'd done the entire thing on purpose. It had been amazing! More to the point, it hadn't looked possible, which peaked the young girl's interest a great deal. She approached the adventurer with a small, excited grin. "I saw, I saw you do that!" she declared, bouncing lightly. "How did you do that? It was like gravity wasn't a thing! Are you..." She trailed off then, coming closer, leaning in and whispering conspiratorially. "Are you an X-man?" she asked, expression perfectly serious. She leaned back then, crossing her arms. "'Cause, I am," she said, and then she gasped and covered her mouth in shock. "Wait! Are you? 'Cause, if you're not, you didn't hear that, I didn't say it!" What if the other girl wasn't an X-man? What if it'd been a trick? That would be awful! No one was supposed to know, except other X-men! She'd seen the cartoons, she knew how it worked! Normal people didn't like X-men, except sometimes. Well, maybe the other girl would be one of the nice people? She hoped so, otherwise she was in a lot of trouble.
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xxx✿ ✿ ✿ I don't know much 'bout anything,
xxxxxx✿ ✿ ✿ That you'd have me do;
xxxxxxxxx✿ ✿ ✿ I don't care much 'bout anything,
xxxxxxxxxxxx✿ ✿ ✿ 'Cept for the love in your heart
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