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Ellie ([personal profile] mightythinice) wrote in [community profile] tushanshu2014-03-02 01:34 am

Something to take the blues away [video]

[Ellie clicks on the console. While those who don't know her might think she looks like a normal 14 year old, those that do know her can tell she's trying to distract herself.

She rubs her nose as she ponders how to start this, before thinking that maybe she should even just cut the feed off. But, hell, she made it this far.

Her arm is bandaged up in a rough sling-- something she did herself.]


Sooo... I guess we can talk about what the fuck just happened, or we can talk about something better. Like, okay, I've had some of the kedan read to me?

Guys, guys. Their stories are fucking hilarious. I'm not even sure how someone gets engaged 12 times on accident, but there's a story for that.

And there's a story about the guy who had a huge case of mistaken identity, and owed a stupid amount of debt because someone pretended to be him when gambling.

... And a huge amount of these end up being romance stories.

Don't even fucking ask me.

[she shrugs and offers a little grin]

I asked if there was any stuff about someone pissing off a monster, or going to outer space, but nope. Nothing. Nada.

How fucking weird is that?
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[personal profile] unetrustworthy 2014-03-02 11:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Maybe? There are a lot of different kinds of pastries. That's just one of them.

[She followed Ellie, somewhat familiar with the path but letting the older girl take the lead on this one.]
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[personal profile] unetrustworthy 2014-03-02 11:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[Definitely not crepes.]

[But that was alright; MIdii's mouth watered the closer she got to the smell. A sweet, rich aroma that permeated the air around him and only made her hungrier. As evident by the loud growl her stomach gave off the moment she approached the cart.]


...sorry. [She smiled sheepishly at Ellie before turning back to the vendor.] I'll take one portion, please.
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[personal profile] unetrustworthy 2014-03-04 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
You've got quite the appetite.

[She wasn't judging, per say. She just didn't think she would even be able to finish one portion all her own, let alone two.]
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[personal profile] unetrustworthy 2014-03-05 12:28 am (UTC)(link)
I prefer to not have my stomach hurt at all. But that's just me.

[Portions acquired, Midii headed over towards a nearby bench. There was plenty of room for the two girls, with enough space in between to use the rest of the seat as a makeshift table. The vendor had given her chopsticks rather than a fork, but fortunately, she knew how to use them. Practice.]
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[personal profile] unetrustworthy 2014-03-06 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
Right. Stories.

[She did have them. Many stories, in fact. It was only a matter of deciding which ones to start off with.]

You're sure you don't mind a love story? It really is true.
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[personal profile] unetrustworthy 2014-03-06 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
It wasn't, actually. It was...kind of sweet. I knew one of the girls involved.

[Another bite of her dumpling. Taking the time to chew and formulate her words carefully. She was treading dangerous ground by sharing this story, risking revealing a bit too much of her own past. But Ellie did know some of it, so as long as she didn't go into too much detail, it should be alright.]

Back home, there was a War. It had been going on since before I was born, and most kids had grown up knowing nothing but.

Some of us couldn't stay at home. Either because their parents were killed, or they couldn't afford to feed so many mouths. So there were places where we would be sent to. ["Training Camps"] They treated us pretty okay. Taught us things. But there were also rules to follow, and...chores we had to do.

That's where I met Justine. She was a few years older than me at the time. Maybe fifteen or sixteen. I never asked--a lot of us lied about how old we were, you know? They never wanted girls younger than ten working for them, but I heard that Justine had been around since she was only eight.
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[personal profile] unetrustworthy 2014-03-09 04:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Well...

We weren't supposed to make friends, but a lot of us did. Justine was like a big sister to a lot of us, but there was one girl she was closer to than any other. I forget her name, but she came and went on assignments all the time, and she always spent her time with Justine. They planned together, and they even trained together....

[Oh, no, wait, that was getting a little too much into what she did. Pressing her lips together, she looked up to explain.]

Fighting, I mean. Hand to hand. Justine always said that it was better for us to learn, just in case. And there were never any boys allowed in the girl barracks, so her friend was the only real fight she ever had.

But then, one day...her friend came back, and she had somebody with her. Her brother. Her twin brother. They looked so much alike, there was no question who he was. Even though he never said. It was only because he was her brother that he was even allowed there at all. And soon after, he met Justine...and, well, you might be able to guess what happened next.
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[personal profile] unetrustworthy 2014-03-11 12:03 am (UTC)(link)
[Fortunately, it was distant enough from her own story that Midii never found too many parellels herself. Mostly because of what happened next.]

Not at first, no. But all the younger girls knew it would happen. We...[She grinned here]...we used to spy on them. We all knew how to be quiet. To move without our footsteps being heard. It was good practice, and we learned a lot.

[Thought the smile turned sad.]

But then...Justine's friend and boyfriend were going to be shipped away. We didn't find out until the night before. It was supposed to be a big, important mission. One that would possibly secure them with enough money to live off of for a long time. The only catch was that we would never be able to see them again.
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[personal profile] unetrustworthy 2014-03-12 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
That's why they didn't want us to make friends in the first place. Because they knew something like this could always happen.

[Especially at that age. A combination of surging hormones and emotional instability didn't always make for the most rational (or loyal) of choices.]

We woke up the next morning...and they were gone.

They never left a note, but one of the other girls who had insomnia said she caught them just as they snuck out. Ran away so they wouldn't be separated. All three of them.
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[personal profile] unetrustworthy 2014-03-14 12:52 am (UTC)(link)
It's a story, but it really is true. It really happened.

[A pause, then, a fraction softer:]

Every single one of us has a story.