UpdateCheers,
Kalib
CyclicThe soft rain makes a fine mist of the air. The rungs slick with it as I climb. A battered fire escape on a battered building. I reach the top, gloved hands help me onto the roof, the rough square of slab concrete edged by chainlink. But now it’s a ring, a ring formed of damp jackets and howling throats. Another pair of hands relieve me of my own coat, the Chimera sewn into it a demon in lurid embroidery. As I step forward I see the inner circle. The other heads of the Chimera hold the rest of the beast at bay. The Serpent reclining lazily, hands buried in his sleeves, dark eyes flickering. The Goat, arms bulging beneath his gang jacket, holdCyclic
EmbraceThe rooftop reeks of vomit and stale alcohol. Plastic cups and cold cigarettes stirring in the soft breeze. The one eyed man sniffs derisively as he exits the stairs. His hard-soled shoes make no sound as he walks the concrete, the stiff leather case riding easily on his shoulder. He approaches the edge now, a low wall the only barrier to the street below. He steps up calmly, fighting the vertigo trying to throw him into the urban maw below. Rubbing his covered socket compulsively he kneels behind the wall, skin itching behind a cloth strip. With practiced reverence, he unlatches the case, revealing components set neatly into recessed foam. TEmbrace
WeathermanJonathan Shrike lay adamantly in his bed, his eyes shut resolutely against the florescent glare of the ceiling lights, the morning alarm vehemently attempting to jeer him into wakening. After a few minutes of instinctual flailing for an alarm clock that wasn’t there, he rubbed the sleep from his light brown eyes and swung his legs over the side of the bed. Groaning slightly he got to his feet, squinting in the brilliance of the lights.Weatherman
“Thank you United Futures” he grumbled loudly for the benefit of the microphones in the pot plants. Shrugging into a shirt, he started humming the company song as he completed his morning ritual of cursi
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"To Dream by Day is to be cognizant of many things which escape those who merely dream by night"
-Poe
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~Sitting in the center of my world, thinking of a way to destroy yours~
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beware of the leopard
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beware of the leopard
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Dictionary jokes? oh how have I fallen
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