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sylvanSpider
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You Hit Like a Biscuit! (SpiderBiscuit) [m] | #1 | ||
End of the world and supernatural monster killer things, go!
All that is empty in the drawing should be filled in, the teacher said to us kids. First you sharpen the pencil to fill in the thin whiskers, then you use the thick crayon to fill in the wings with brown, meticulously and without letting the crayon leave the page. Six feet can be traced below the soft belly. Now, breathing is hard to detect on paper, the teacher said to me when I asked, but it is easier to feel it in real life.
Even insects breathe. -Rawi Hage, Cockroach | ||||
Posted 06-06-2018, 06:30 PM |
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Victors consciousness melted away his past memories flooding in his mind his own thoughts seemed to scramble and fall apart as the flashes of his childhood and growing up coming to a frozen still of when he had met Emily, and soon the others. He reached out to them but they seemed so impossibly far away, falling further away from his grasp before slowly disappearing all together only leaving him in darkness before his own body seemed to fall into dust.
Anna gripped the mans hand as the others tried to slow the bleeding, her eyes had already dried from the shock of it all, her insides felt as if they had shattered completely. He wasn't going to another minute if that, she choked on her own tongue as she watched the life in his eyes fade away. She stood defeated, looking down at his blood that now soaked all her clothing, tears flowed more freely from her face as she turned away from the two looking towards his belongings. If she had just tailed them instead maybe things could have gone better, because she had decided to act on impulse she had lost the last of her family. Anna grabbed Victors bag throwing it over her own shoulder and turned back to the other two wiping her eyes dry. "We... we can't stay here, those creatures wont take long to get here.. " She choked on her own words staring back at his lifeless body, She pointed off into the distance off the main road "I've got a small cabin...a day and a half from Denver, we ca- - we can stay there for now. If we move quick it'll only take the day to arrive, please come with me." The woman took a deep breath, shaking visibly from what had happened. / / / / / / / / / Brett threw his arms out to the sky spinning in bliss of his kill. "I did it! Just like you wanted. They'll never know. It's just like you said!" He snickered to himself before peering at the horse a sinister smile filling his face. "You can't live neither! No witnesses she said only my prey can be aware!" the cowboy plunged his makeshift blade through the neck of his steed quickly silencing the cry the animal gave. He paused for a moment becoming still contemplating in thought for a moment. "Does that make me a witness of she?! Nobody is worthy to lay eyes on the path she has created for us. I am no exception!" Brett pulled a small blade from his pocket grinning as he eyed the point of it before plunging into the socket ripping his own eye out. He admired his work for only a moment before repeating the process on his other. "Praise her...praise her... She will be my eyes SHE will guide me!" The cowboy grabbed the large satchel from the horse dragging it on the ground behind him as he continued further into the woods muttering to himself with the occasional outburst of laughter. | ||||
Posted 06-06-2018, 06:36 PM |
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Emily walked, hands down at her sides, eyes straight ahead. The weight of Victor's death hung in her chest like the heaviest of clouds before a storm. The man played such a central role in her life for the past several weeks and now he was just...gone, the only evidence that his life ever happened rest in Emily's bag in the form of his journal and the lifeless husk they'd left behind on the road several miles ago. She couldn't cry, she couldn't scream. She felt the emotions as a whirlpool draining her energy, her thoughts. Nothing could bring Victor back. He was gone. Forever. She'd stayed there and felt his last heartbeat, followed by the escape of his last breath. His face was still warm as she drew her hands over his eyes, closing them for the last time. All that is empty in the drawing should be filled in, the teacher said to us kids. First you sharpen the pencil to fill in the thin whiskers, then you use the thick crayon to fill in the wings with brown, meticulously and without letting the crayon leave the page. Six feet can be traced below the soft belly. Now, breathing is hard to detect on paper, the teacher said to me when I asked, but it is easier to feel it in real life.
Even insects breathe. -Rawi Hage, Cockroach | ||||
Posted 06-07-2018, 02:52 AM |
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Anna took point, cutting through small groves of trees. She didn't say much to the others as she reminisced on her past with Victor, as much resentment she carred towards him after the reckoning all amounted to nothing. "She's right.. if we stayed there's no way we would have survived, not this close to the city." Anna pointed in the distance, skylines rose over the trees not far from them half turning her head towards the other two. "So.. you were planning to head straight through right? Why would you do something stupid like that? Denver has more horror stories surrounding it than Lovecraft wrote in his lifetime Anna's voice seemed to be lack of any enthusiasm still impacted from earlier events.
The city seemed towered over the wilderness they wandered, Anna pointed at a reasonably sized shack indicating her home. She waved them forward holding the makeshift door open for the two women. An odor of mustiness and food on the edge of spoiling filled her room causing her to immediately open on of her windows. "Sorry, its been awhile since I've been home, I was running low on supplies generator must have gone out and rotted whatever I had left." She made herself comfortable on a worn futon gesturing for the other two to join her as the stench slowly dissipated from the room. | ||||
Posted 06-07-2018, 03:28 AM |
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Emily pressed her lips into a thin line, not wanting to talk about why they'd chosen Denver. After all, it was her idea to go through there so she could see her childhood home. They'd wanted to see firsthand what was in the cites and document it. Scientists to a degree, though they were more like field scientists than any that lived their days in a lab. All that is empty in the drawing should be filled in, the teacher said to us kids. First you sharpen the pencil to fill in the thin whiskers, then you use the thick crayon to fill in the wings with brown, meticulously and without letting the crayon leave the page. Six feet can be traced below the soft belly. Now, breathing is hard to detect on paper, the teacher said to me when I asked, but it is easier to feel it in real life.
Even insects breathe. -Rawi Hage, Cockroach | ||||
Posted 06-07-2018, 03:39 AM |
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Anna scratched her head in confusion before leaning in closer to the two, in her mind nobody that was right in the head would even consider traveling to Denver, even the most skeptical scavengers started to avoid the city. | ||||
Posted 06-07-2018, 03:57 AM |
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“Of course we heard the stories; we're not deaf,†Emily shot back, folding her arms. “You don't have to come with us. But whatever the fuck it is that's spilling over into our world isn't gonna just go away. The stories are why we're going there, more than anything.†All that is empty in the drawing should be filled in, the teacher said to us kids. First you sharpen the pencil to fill in the thin whiskers, then you use the thick crayon to fill in the wings with brown, meticulously and without letting the crayon leave the page. Six feet can be traced below the soft belly. Now, breathing is hard to detect on paper, the teacher said to me when I asked, but it is easier to feel it in real life.
Even insects breathe. -Rawi Hage, Cockroach | ||||
Posted 06-09-2018, 03:59 PM |
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"So, whats the plan then? You can't just go into the city like any other and expect not to be caught, in fact anyone that steps past a certain point seems to attract the attention of everything in there at once." Anna clenched her jaws to the point her teeth may have shattered in her mouth, she wasn't even sure why she was trying so hard to dissuade them in the first place if they wanted to rush to their deaths it wasn't her problem.
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Posted 06-09-2018, 04:40 PM |
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“It wasn't going to be a one step process. We didn't live this long being fucking dunderheads. We were going to scout and take it one or two steps at a time. No one would benefit if we charged in head first and died on our first excursion,†Emily said frankly, mildly annoyed at Anna's ignorance, though she knew it wasn't her fault. She'd never been with them during times of combat; she had no frame of reference for their abilities. All that is empty in the drawing should be filled in, the teacher said to us kids. First you sharpen the pencil to fill in the thin whiskers, then you use the thick crayon to fill in the wings with brown, meticulously and without letting the crayon leave the page. Six feet can be traced below the soft belly. Now, breathing is hard to detect on paper, the teacher said to me when I asked, but it is easier to feel it in real life.
Even insects breathe. -Rawi Hage, Cockroach | ||||
Posted 06-09-2018, 06:19 PM |
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Anna shook her head in disagreement to Emily's statements, they wouldn't have known the things she had and could not blame them. She bit her tongue at the anger that she seemed to be target of at the moment taking a deep breath before speaking again. One step at a time isn't going to work I'm afraid, I told ya people never seem to come out alive no matter how 'little' they plan to enter and 'scout' something gets them. Anna twirled he rhair in thought of the situation, gauging the supplies the two had on hand and what she held in storage. "I believe in these circumstances would to over prepare and assume we make it through the city in one go, and deal with whatever is inside as we come across it. | ||||
Posted 06-09-2018, 06:50 PM |
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Emily was back to her sitting position, not willing to expend the strength it took to stand and the tears fell freely. She missed Victor, more than she ever thought she could miss another human. Yoruba, on the other hand, was still on her feet, both fists still clenched and trembling. “It doesn't work like that. He's seen both of us fight and he knew we weren't ones to make brash decisions. He knew that. And yeah, I didn't like him. So fucking what? He liked her and he didn't even bother to even tell her!†Yoruba pointed down to Emily who appeared to barely hear the words she was saying. “I dealt with him for her sake, just like he dealt with me, and look where we are now! Knowledge that could potentially save Emily down the line is lost and we have to get to fucking Seattle to figure it out. Tell me his fucking secrets were a good idea, and I'd tell you you're a fucking imbecile.†Yoruba stopped and shook her head, exhaling through her nose, “But. There's strength in numbers. If you want to join us, that's fine. But don't think I'm going to forget that you're now defending the name of someone that you yourself were threatening with a loaded fucking gun.†All that is empty in the drawing should be filled in, the teacher said to us kids. First you sharpen the pencil to fill in the thin whiskers, then you use the thick crayon to fill in the wings with brown, meticulously and without letting the crayon leave the page. Six feet can be traced below the soft belly. Now, breathing is hard to detect on paper, the teacher said to me when I asked, but it is easier to feel it in real life.
Even insects breathe. -Rawi Hage, Cockroach | ||||
Posted 06-09-2018, 07:18 PM |
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Anna returned back tossing a bag of potato chips at the fuming woman and another towards Emily. She nibbled on a piece broken piece of chocolate glaring slightly at the woman. She pulled out the gun she had threatened Victor with and pointed it straight at Yoruba pulling the trigger several times in the blink of an eye. Click, click, click "I never had the means to kill him or any of you, only planned to ever hate him if everything that happened was as fucked up as it seemed at the time. I figured if he believed it was loaded and that I was as vengeful as it seemed he would give the information to me instead of being his dismissive self." | ||||
Posted 06-09-2018, 07:50 PM |
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Yoruba's gun was out the second she saw a flash of metal – much could be said about the strength of her reflexes – and holstered after the second click she realized the gun was almost empty. “I suppose nothing can be said of your intelligence, then. Do you know shit about guns? Rule number one is never point a gun at someone you don't intend to shoot – empty or not. I learned that rule when I was five. It's a rule to live by, or die by if you're stupid enough not to follow it. It's a miracle you're still alive, honestly,†Yoruba snapped back, “If the stuff doesn't do a damned thing, then that dead motherfucker is leading us on a suicide mission across the country only to die and his name should be cursed further. If he saw me as a liability it's only because I fucked his squeeze before he ever had a chance to.†Emily winced at the words, though she knew there was more than a little bit of truth to them. She, however, kept her mouth shut, and Yoruba continued,[b] “Look at the odds, sugar. If the chances are high that he collected nothing but stories, going to Seattle is useless and he is literally leading us all to our deaths from the grave just because he was spiteful enough to keep it to himself. You're doing nothing to clear his name. Do you hear me? Nothing. If anything, you're making me hate him even more if only because the little shit still continues to put Emily in danger even as a corpse.†All that is empty in the drawing should be filled in, the teacher said to us kids. First you sharpen the pencil to fill in the thin whiskers, then you use the thick crayon to fill in the wings with brown, meticulously and without letting the crayon leave the page. Six feet can be traced below the soft belly. Now, breathing is hard to detect on paper, the teacher said to me when I asked, but it is easier to feel it in real life.
Even insects breathe. -Rawi Hage, Cockroach | ||||
Posted 06-09-2018, 08:17 PM |
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Anna tilted her head dumbfounded by what the woman was saying she shook her head confused and annoyed at this point at the words coming out of Yoruba's mouth. "You really shouldn't speak bad about Victor, You're making assumptions and I'm really emphasizing the 'ass' part of that I don't believe those set of choices would be as bad as you make it out to be. Remember originally I was told the goal was to see if northwest was better, as in Canada, or Alaska, NOT Seattle. I just happened to remember his old collection and got a little too overzealous, we were quick to jump at conclusions without thinking first, You saw how he quickly he broke and shut down after I showed up, He was fine with me killing him there and then, with that kind of guilt eating away at him and the shitty memories he had of that place, I really think now Seattle was the LAST place he would ever have wanted to be. Victor would never would have considered bringing another person with him back there, not after his family was murdered and especially not after what happened between us." She choked on her own words taking a moment to regain composure of herself wiping a tear from her eye. She gave Yoruba a stern look before pointing a finger towards Emily who still seemed to mourn her brothers life. "You don't have to have liked Victor, but we shouldn't spew bullshit nonsense to transform his persona into that of a despicable human being when he was anything but. Especially with a person who genuinely cared about him here."
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Posted 06-10-2018, 07:26 AM |
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“I shouldn't speak bad about Victor,†Yoruba repeated under her breath, exasperated. “And tell me, Anna, why not? Why can't I talk about him? You know, the word 'ass' is indicative of stupidity, which I am not nor am I showing any sign of it. On your end, however, I see a lot of hypocrisy, mind changings, and an inability to stick to one story. When you say we you really mean you. You were the one that suggested this nonsense and you are the one backpeddaling again on things you just said. How does that make any sense?†Yoruba was fierce and regardless of how cool-headed Anna appeared to be, her words said anything but and Yoruba was quick to point that out. Emily hated to agree, so she kept silent. The flip flopping on virtually every topic was not a good omen so she pressed her lips together and bowed her head. All that is empty in the drawing should be filled in, the teacher said to us kids. First you sharpen the pencil to fill in the thin whiskers, then you use the thick crayon to fill in the wings with brown, meticulously and without letting the crayon leave the page. Six feet can be traced below the soft belly. Now, breathing is hard to detect on paper, the teacher said to me when I asked, but it is easier to feel it in real life.
Even insects breathe. -Rawi Hage, Cockroach | ||||
Posted 06-11-2018, 09:18 PM |
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Anna nodded in agreement for once since they arrived in the cabin. "Sure, I can with a lot of what you said. I'm the one who suggested any of this nonsense, I'm just saying if you don't like the ideas I came up with then place them on me, and not Victor. We don't know what I said was really his intention, and since he's dead, we never will. That's all." | ||||
Posted 06-12-2018, 01:27 AM |
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