- Location
- 𐌂 ̢͎̩̤̲̙͓̑̀͂͒̀͆̏𐋏 ̛͏̫̚𐌀 ̛͉̥̩̤̰͈̂̅͒͊͟𐍈 ̣͛𐍃 ̡̅̈́
[X] Fight. You have pepper spray, desperation, and the family temper. With a bit of luck maybe that will give you enough of a chance.
[X] KILL
[X] KILL
Being Taylor Hebert is a Quest
- Thread starter LightsaberDalek
- Start date
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- Tags
- worm
[X] Fight. You have pepper spray, desperation, and the family temper. With a bit of luck maybe that will give you enough of a chance.
- Location
- The wrong battlefield
- Pronouns
- She/Her
[X] Fight. You have pepper spray, desperation, and the family temper. With a bit of luck maybe that will give you enough of a chance.
Collated 2
- Location
- Scotland
Collated Votes
[11] Fight. You have pepper spray, desperation, and the family temper. With a bit of luck maybe that will give you enough of a chance.
[1] KILL
[8] Calmly, but furiously, point out this is a blatant murder attempt, and that anything you do from here on out is the result of Emma and Sophia's actions and anybody else's lack of action.
[X] Play it smart. palm the pepper spray as stealthly as you can while keeping an eye on Sophia. If Sophia is going to try something, of course she is, better to be prepared to respond with more than they can expect. Use anything you can grab as a weapon if the pepper spray fails. Make sure to stay out of grabbing range, but if you can't forget safety and do as much damage as possible, no mercy because you will probably not get any either.
It was neck and neck, but luckily these blend pretty well. Also, you lot are bloodthirsty!
[11] Fight. You have pepper spray, desperation, and the family temper. With a bit of luck maybe that will give you enough of a chance.
[1] KILL
[8] Calmly, but furiously, point out this is a blatant murder attempt, and that anything you do from here on out is the result of Emma and Sophia's actions and anybody else's lack of action.
[X] Play it smart. palm the pepper spray as stealthly as you can while keeping an eye on Sophia. If Sophia is going to try something, of course she is, better to be prepared to respond with more than they can expect. Use anything you can grab as a weapon if the pepper spray fails. Make sure to stay out of grabbing range, but if you can't forget safety and do as much damage as possible, no mercy because you will probably not get any either.
It was neck and neck, but luckily these blend pretty well. Also, you lot are bloodthirsty!
To be fair as long as we don't cause permanent injury this isn't even enough to pay back all of the stuff Sophia's done. From where I'm sitting she looks straight up evil. Okay there was one vote for kill, but that was only one.
- Location
- 𐌂 ̢͎̩̤̲̙͓̑̀͂͒̀͆̏𐋏 ̛͏̫̚𐌀 ̛͉̥̩̤̰͈̂̅͒͊͟𐍈 ̣͛𐍃 ̡̅̈́
Her inner Half Light, her fight-or-flight response, which was building up stress for many month. But now it's time for it to take control over the body, to make a horrible affect and force action. I had an interesting mood.
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Fan of Disco Elysium?
- Location
- 𐌂 ̢͎̩̤̲̙͓̑̀͂͒̀͆̏𐋏 ̛͏̫̚𐌀 ̛͉̥̩̤̰͈̂̅͒͊͟𐍈 ̣͛𐍃 ̡̅̈́
Yeah. I just replayed this game recently, so it affected me. I like how interesting the psyche is presented there too.
First .3
- Location
- Scotland
[BOOTING]
Fury swirls and boils within you. You can feel your heartbeat rising, your hands start to tremble, your teeth grit. Every primal part of your body wants to rip out that bitch's throat. With your teeth. To dig your nails into flesh and tear. To taste blood on your tongue and scream till you're hoarse in triumph and hunting joy.
But you don't. Instead you press your tongue to the top of your mouth and breathe deep and low. Giving into the temper just makes you feel humiliated later. Still, what you say next comes out more like a snarl than you'd like.
"Well? What are you all looking at!"
No one really answers, just shuffles and avoids your gaze. Some people leave in the silence, but not enough. Sophia decides to take back control.
"Y'all? Really Herbert?" She darts towards you, pulling back a fist, but you manage to throw yourself to the side, tumbling on the cheap linoleum. Your hand dives into your pocket and pulls out the spray, you keep it hidden within your fist as you push yourself up.
Again, Sophia didn't follow through on her attack, instead staying still and watching you get back up, watching your reactions to her words.
"You really do belong in the pigsty." Those cruel words are Emma's you're sure of it, coached and trained to dig into old hurts and new paranoias. But you're tired of words, of twisting tongues that turn everything you say against you. So you don't speak, just growl, and throw yourself at your tormenter, knocking her over onto the floor. The legs you grabbed kick out, so you pull your arms over your face, and Sophia scrambles away, face flushed.
She opens her mouth to speak, and you just cannot handle more of Emma's poison spewing out. So you spray your own in. The pepper spray bottle is small, able to be hidden in a pocket or fist, and doesn't last long. Sophia screams, her hands over her face almost identically to you not a second ago.
With her on the ground, things seem to peel back. The crowd around the two of you is jeering, cheering, one of the two. The nazis are probably cheering for you, as little as you want them to. You stagger to your feet, the adrenaline rush having finished and left you unsteady. All you can think of is a searing pain in your back. A hand goes to it, to press against the friction burn or scrape. Metal, warm and wet. Your hand comes back, red like autumn roses. Things start to go blurry and distant, even as the screams start.
Crystals and shards, twisting and turning, spearing stars on fractal spikes, smearing nebulas on non-Euclidean underbellies. And falling, falling, fall-
[COMPLETE]
[CALCULATING]
[CALCULATING]
[CALCULATING]
[CALCULATION COMPLETE]
[CONFIRMED. FAILURE]
[UNACCEPTABLE]
[ADJUSTING VARIABLES]
[RESIDUALS ENABLED]
[LOAD SAVE STATE ALPHA?]
[Y/n]
[ ] Y
[ ] n (WARNING! WARNING! INVALID EXIT!)
RESIDUAL OPTIONS:
[ ] required secondary no used
[ ] aware v1.01
[ ] nosnapplease.ini
Fury swirls and boils within you. You can feel your heartbeat rising, your hands start to tremble, your teeth grit. Every primal part of your body wants to rip out that bitch's throat. With your teeth. To dig your nails into flesh and tear. To taste blood on your tongue and scream till you're hoarse in triumph and hunting joy.
But you don't. Instead you press your tongue to the top of your mouth and breathe deep and low. Giving into the temper just makes you feel humiliated later. Still, what you say next comes out more like a snarl than you'd like.
"Well? What are you all looking at!"
No one really answers, just shuffles and avoids your gaze. Some people leave in the silence, but not enough. Sophia decides to take back control.
"Y'all? Really Herbert?" She darts towards you, pulling back a fist, but you manage to throw yourself to the side, tumbling on the cheap linoleum. Your hand dives into your pocket and pulls out the spray, you keep it hidden within your fist as you push yourself up.
Again, Sophia didn't follow through on her attack, instead staying still and watching you get back up, watching your reactions to her words.
"You really do belong in the pigsty." Those cruel words are Emma's you're sure of it, coached and trained to dig into old hurts and new paranoias. But you're tired of words, of twisting tongues that turn everything you say against you. So you don't speak, just growl, and throw yourself at your tormenter, knocking her over onto the floor. The legs you grabbed kick out, so you pull your arms over your face, and Sophia scrambles away, face flushed.
She opens her mouth to speak, and you just cannot handle more of Emma's poison spewing out. So you spray your own in. The pepper spray bottle is small, able to be hidden in a pocket or fist, and doesn't last long. Sophia screams, her hands over her face almost identically to you not a second ago.
With her on the ground, things seem to peel back. The crowd around the two of you is jeering, cheering, one of the two. The nazis are probably cheering for you, as little as you want them to. You stagger to your feet, the adrenaline rush having finished and left you unsteady. All you can think of is a searing pain in your back. A hand goes to it, to press against the friction burn or scrape. Metal, warm and wet. Your hand comes back, red like autumn roses. Things start to go blurry and distant, even as the screams start.
Crystals and shards, twisting and turning, spearing stars on fractal spikes, smearing nebulas on non-Euclidean underbellies. And falling, falling, fall-
[COMPLETE]
[CALCULATING]
[CALCULATING]
[CALCULATING]
[CALCULATION COMPLETE]
"What sort of cape am I, that doesn't work out that they're a cape for a month? And that's after I got out of the hospital. I felt the urge to scream, you see, but I put that up to emotions. Murderous rage, that sort of thing. Anyway, If I'm screaming, I punch hard enough to put my fist through a wall. Guess how I know that. Really, guess. No, not that. I broke someone else's house, not mine. Anyway, my escape seemed to have been helped by the other part of my power, in that I'm pretty light during that as well. Not floating or anything, but I did catch the wind. For about 5 seconds. Before the scream wore off. Just working out the on and off switch made me hoarse for a few days. What the fuck am I supposed to do with this?"
[CONFIRMED. FAILURE]
[UNACCEPTABLE]
[ADJUSTING VARIABLES]
[RESIDUALS ENABLED]
[LOAD SAVE STATE ALPHA?]
[Y/n]
[ ] Y
[ ] n (WARNING! WARNING! INVALID EXIT!)
RESIDUAL OPTIONS:
[ ] required secondary no used
[ ] aware v1.01
[ ] nosnapplease.ini
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grommile
nasty-minded old cynic
- Location
- NERV-Mercia
- Pronouns
- Traditional/Animate
... that may be the least comprehensible set of voting options I've ever seen in a quest I'm actually interested in! 
The power sounds interesting but horribly impractical.
On the voting options:
I have no idea what's up with the "load save state alpha" bit.
"aware v1.01" sounds the most intriguing of the Residuals.
The power sounds interesting but horribly impractical.
On the voting options:
I have no idea what's up with the "load save state alpha" bit.
"aware v1.01" sounds the most intriguing of the Residuals.
- Location
- Scotland
... that may be the least comprehensible set of voting options I've ever seen in a quest I'm actually interested in!
The power sounds interesting but horribly impractical.
On the voting options:
I have no idea what's up with the "load save state alpha" bit.
"aware v1.01" sounds the most intriguing of the Residuals.
I put an optional spoiler about what aware does in the SB version so I'll offer it up to you as well
Edit: also, the lack of usefulness of that power is kinda the point. You didn't have much for that loop/power so it couldn't do much. If it was, for example, at the level full triggers get, the "charge" would have much larger of a "pool", an anti destroying your voice failsafe, and probably more effects of the power up than just being a bit stronger and lighter.
aware will give Taylor more awareness that she's in a loop, and so give you more options. If you don't take it, you'll be restricted by the fact that she'll have no idea this has happened before.
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- Location
- 𐌂 ̢͎̩̤̲̙͓̑̀͂͒̀͆̏𐋏 ̛͏̫̚𐌀 ̛͉̥̩̤̰͈̂̅͒͊͟𐍈 ̣͛𐍃 ̡̅̈́
I am not sure what these options mean. But I will try to find most cruel option using intuition. 😈
Edit: Hmm, this what information post tells:
[X] nosnapplease.ini
Edit: Hmm, this what information post tells:
[X] n (WARNING! WARNING! INVALID EXIT!)
[X] nosnapplease.ini
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[X] Y
[X] aware v1.01
I did peek at the spoiler, but it was pretty much what I thought it'd be.
[X] aware v1.01
I did peek at the spoiler, but it was pretty much what I thought it'd be.
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Same with the peak. So I assumed that it'd make the power self aware.
- Location
- Scotland
So I don't want to make a big thing of this, but if multiple people are making the spelling mistake I thought it would be ok to say to help you both?
Yeah. Peak= top of a mountain
Peek= a quick look
Listen I know that but sometimes I slip when I'm typing. Things sometimes get muddled when I'm transcribing my thoughts.
Ave Anathema
Ave Imperator
- Location
- Jacksonville Illinois
[X] Y
[X] aware v1.01
[X] aware v1.01
Vote and Make
- Location
- Scotland
Collated Votes
[13] Plan: Start, the loops of time have
-[X] Y
-[X] aware v1.01
[1] required secondary no used
[1] n (WARNING! WARNING! INVALID EXIT!)
[X] nosnapplease.ini
Very Obvious what everyone went for. However, since someone (naming no names) voted N, heres a little snippet of what would have happened if that won. By the way, does anyone know how to say/encourage "Please do omakes if you want I'll reward you in game"?
~~~~~~~~~~~
[X]N
Are you sure you want to do this?
[Y]
Are you absolutely sure?
[Y]
Very well. Observe.
___
It's midnight. The moon shines bright down on Brockton Bay. Look closer, and something is eclipsed by it, a woman with wings, staring blankly, until her head snaps to the side.
In an undisclosed location in Canada, the ripple effect makes a person who looks like a young girl lift up her head in concern, and wonders aloud why someone would hurt their partner like that.
Fortuna twitches as a path changes. Must be a new trigger. She goes back to picking blood from under her nails.
Soon people will notice these changes, pay attention. They may even connect it to the cause, but they will never know why it drew notice in such ways.
Let's go back to Brockton Bay. Instead of looking to the sky, let's swoop down to this small home, the same as many others around it, worn, beaten down, but still cared for. Look through this window. A dark haired teenager tosses and turns, face twisted in fear and dread. And then it isn't. Because Taylor Hebert just exploded.
[13] Plan: Start, the loops of time have
-[X] Y
-[X] aware v1.01
[1] required secondary no used
[1] n (WARNING! WARNING! INVALID EXIT!)
[X] nosnapplease.ini
Very Obvious what everyone went for. However, since someone (naming no names) voted N, heres a little snippet of what would have happened if that won. By the way, does anyone know how to say/encourage "Please do omakes if you want I'll reward you in game"?
~~~~~~~~~~~
[X]N
Are you sure you want to do this?
[Y]
Are you absolutely sure?
[Y]
Very well. Observe.
___
It's midnight. The moon shines bright down on Brockton Bay. Look closer, and something is eclipsed by it, a woman with wings, staring blankly, until her head snaps to the side.
In an undisclosed location in Canada, the ripple effect makes a person who looks like a young girl lift up her head in concern, and wonders aloud why someone would hurt their partner like that.
Fortuna twitches as a path changes. Must be a new trigger. She goes back to picking blood from under her nails.
Soon people will notice these changes, pay attention. They may even connect it to the cause, but they will never know why it drew notice in such ways.
Let's go back to Brockton Bay. Instead of looking to the sky, let's swoop down to this small home, the same as many others around it, worn, beaten down, but still cared for. Look through this window. A dark haired teenager tosses and turns, face twisted in fear and dread. And then it isn't. Because Taylor Hebert just exploded.
Loop .1
- Location
- Scotland
Short answer, I forgot to post this after finishing it. Enjoy?
January the 15th, 2011
Brockton Bay
The Hebert Household
[7:30]
Dee-
A slender hand slams down on the battered old alarm clock. The head it's attached to groans and moans. You can't quite remember your dream, but you do remember the emotions. Dread and disgust and pain. You feel your back where the spike of pain woke you up, but there's nothing. Just a nightmare. It must have been. Just your mind playing tricks in your dread for the first day back.
Winter break is over, and now it's back to Emma, and Sophia. They seemed to be getting a little bored before Christmas, and as horrible as you feel for hoping harm on someone else, they seemed more interested in that new girl, Madison… Something or other. She's not exactly been nice to you, but at least she didn't pretend you didn't exist like most of the rest of the class.
Christmas helped distract you as well. Your father, Danny Hebert, got you some new bags and jotters to replace some ruined ones, and you picked up some tools you didn't really understand but he wanted for some Do-it-yourself projects. Maybe he'll even fix the bad step! You hope.
A pot of coffee is half empty in the kitchen, the only sign that Dad is also awake, and you pour yourself a hot cup, warming your cold fingers on the "Book Lover? No, Bookaholic!" mug. A bowl of cereal, and you mull over the surprise gift that came in the mail, a few days late.
It was
[ ] A Christmas Hamper, mostly food, that Dad said was a political "like us please '' present. Mayor Christner was up for re-election, and he and Dad butted heads enough times that he was trying to butter up the Union leadership with Presents. You think it annoyed dad more than anything else, but you're not saying no to fancy cheese with cranberries in it.
[ ] Some people in the Union passed a hat around, and got something to say thank you to your dad. Two small desk heaters, the battery powered kind. And you know, from listening in, that some of the folk who used to be in the union but left for goon work, put some money in too, since Dad did the best he could. He says you can have one, since he doesn't work from home.
[ ] Mr Swoyer, the Cop that moved in down the road a few months back. You didn't see him much, he works as much as your Dad does, but you brought him a pasta bake when he moved in so this must be some sort of repayment. You really weren't expecting a canister of pepper spray, though his note said that he'd seen a lot of young girls get hurt in this city and he hoped it would protect you. It feels a bit weird and overly familiar.
[ ] Her. Emma Barnes. Well, it says "the Barnes Family" but you know it was Emma's idea. Just on the edge of being a recognisable insult, just enough uncertainty that you can't call it out without looking like a crazy person. Themed hoodies, one for you and one for dad, both big enough to swamp you. It's Clockblocker, you think the Ward is called, themed? You think, you haven't paid enough attention to cape stuff recently to know for sure.
[ ] You don't actually know what was in it. Dad read the note and then burned the whole thing in the back garden, and you were just a bit too scared by the dark expression on his face to ask any questions.
It sits within view, and you're honestly considering taking it to school, if you can keep it out of harm's way. You scowl into the milk of the bowl. It's probably not a good idea.
[ ] You wish you could just leave them behind. Go to Arcadia, if only your grades were good enough. Dodge around them, but Emma and Sophia always seem to find you. Leave the city, but both you and your father care for the Bay too much.
[ ] Emma and Sophia, sometimes they feel like they're just an extension of the whole damn rot in this city. Corruption, cruelty, apathy, spite. It's all that Brockton can create.
[ ] One day, you are going to lose your temper and bunch those two bitches in the face. You'll get screwed over immediately, but God will it feel satisfying.
[ ] It's too much. You can't handle going back to having everything you trusted Emma with thrown back at you. Like spikes into your mind.
[ ] The worst part of it is how no one else in the school dares talk to you, out of fear of getting attacked as well. You and Dad have never been the type to chat a whole bunch, and it feels like you'll forget how to talk if it goes on for long enough.
[ ] Classes are a good distraction, and if the teachers are paying attention to you Sophia can't throw shit at you. You know you have an obsessive streak, from both parents. This is just putting it to good use.
[ ] Emma and Sophia are the ringleaders, the paired generals, but it's not like their social circle is blameless. Everyone knows that to get into their good books all you have to do is torment Taylor, it's practically an extra gang in the school by now.
[ ] You feel so hopeless to stop the bullying. You don't know why it started, you don't know why it cooled down. Every day is a roll of the dice and it's terrifying.
[ ]Fuck Sophia. Not literally, Emma might be doing that. But seriously. Fuck her. It was her that turned your bff into a sadistic maniac, it's her who keeps trying to beat you up, it's her who sets a team of footballers to chase you down like a rabbit for kicks. If there was one thing you could do to change it all, it would be to get rid of Sophia.
[ ] Maybe if you change your usual dress, they won't notice you as "Taylor the Target"? You brush a hand through your hair. As much as you like your hair, if cutting it short or shaving it gave you a reprieve, you'd take it all off in a heartbeat. It grows back, anyway.
[ ] Why do they always find you?! You hide in the toilets, they find you. The roof you jimmied the door open to? Five minutes alone tops. The boiler room, and before you're even settled Sophia is in the shadows waiting for the best moment to try and give you a heart attack.
[ ] You wish they'd just forget you. Leave you alone, miss your desk, quiet their whispers. It's exhausting to always be on alert.
Something feels off, a disconcerting mix of deja vu and things long decided twisting and changing before your eyes. Coffee hasn't kicked in yet, you suppose.
With a huff, you toss the breakfast dishes in the sink. You'll wash them when you're home, and you have to move to catch the bus. Teeth, bag, yell out that that's you going, and out the door you go. Here, you, go.
[ ] Dash back in and grab your gift. Screw bullies, it's yours.
[ ] Keep going, shivering in the crisp cold air.
January the 15th, 2011
Brockton Bay
The Hebert Household
[7:30]
Dee-
A slender hand slams down on the battered old alarm clock. The head it's attached to groans and moans. You can't quite remember your dream, but you do remember the emotions. Dread and disgust and pain. You feel your back where the spike of pain woke you up, but there's nothing. Just a nightmare. It must have been. Just your mind playing tricks in your dread for the first day back.
Winter break is over, and now it's back to Emma, and Sophia. They seemed to be getting a little bored before Christmas, and as horrible as you feel for hoping harm on someone else, they seemed more interested in that new girl, Madison… Something or other. She's not exactly been nice to you, but at least she didn't pretend you didn't exist like most of the rest of the class.
Christmas helped distract you as well. Your father, Danny Hebert, got you some new bags and jotters to replace some ruined ones, and you picked up some tools you didn't really understand but he wanted for some Do-it-yourself projects. Maybe he'll even fix the bad step! You hope.
A pot of coffee is half empty in the kitchen, the only sign that Dad is also awake, and you pour yourself a hot cup, warming your cold fingers on the "Book Lover? No, Bookaholic!" mug. A bowl of cereal, and you mull over the surprise gift that came in the mail, a few days late.
It was
[ ] A Christmas Hamper, mostly food, that Dad said was a political "like us please '' present. Mayor Christner was up for re-election, and he and Dad butted heads enough times that he was trying to butter up the Union leadership with Presents. You think it annoyed dad more than anything else, but you're not saying no to fancy cheese with cranberries in it.
[ ] Some people in the Union passed a hat around, and got something to say thank you to your dad. Two small desk heaters, the battery powered kind. And you know, from listening in, that some of the folk who used to be in the union but left for goon work, put some money in too, since Dad did the best he could. He says you can have one, since he doesn't work from home.
[ ] Mr Swoyer, the Cop that moved in down the road a few months back. You didn't see him much, he works as much as your Dad does, but you brought him a pasta bake when he moved in so this must be some sort of repayment. You really weren't expecting a canister of pepper spray, though his note said that he'd seen a lot of young girls get hurt in this city and he hoped it would protect you. It feels a bit weird and overly familiar.
[ ] Her. Emma Barnes. Well, it says "the Barnes Family" but you know it was Emma's idea. Just on the edge of being a recognisable insult, just enough uncertainty that you can't call it out without looking like a crazy person. Themed hoodies, one for you and one for dad, both big enough to swamp you. It's Clockblocker, you think the Ward is called, themed? You think, you haven't paid enough attention to cape stuff recently to know for sure.
[ ] You don't actually know what was in it. Dad read the note and then burned the whole thing in the back garden, and you were just a bit too scared by the dark expression on his face to ask any questions.
It sits within view, and you're honestly considering taking it to school, if you can keep it out of harm's way. You scowl into the milk of the bowl. It's probably not a good idea.
[ ] You wish you could just leave them behind. Go to Arcadia, if only your grades were good enough. Dodge around them, but Emma and Sophia always seem to find you. Leave the city, but both you and your father care for the Bay too much.
[ ] Emma and Sophia, sometimes they feel like they're just an extension of the whole damn rot in this city. Corruption, cruelty, apathy, spite. It's all that Brockton can create.
[ ] One day, you are going to lose your temper and bunch those two bitches in the face. You'll get screwed over immediately, but God will it feel satisfying.
[ ] It's too much. You can't handle going back to having everything you trusted Emma with thrown back at you. Like spikes into your mind.
[ ] The worst part of it is how no one else in the school dares talk to you, out of fear of getting attacked as well. You and Dad have never been the type to chat a whole bunch, and it feels like you'll forget how to talk if it goes on for long enough.
[ ] Classes are a good distraction, and if the teachers are paying attention to you Sophia can't throw shit at you. You know you have an obsessive streak, from both parents. This is just putting it to good use.
[ ] Emma and Sophia are the ringleaders, the paired generals, but it's not like their social circle is blameless. Everyone knows that to get into their good books all you have to do is torment Taylor, it's practically an extra gang in the school by now.
[ ] You feel so hopeless to stop the bullying. You don't know why it started, you don't know why it cooled down. Every day is a roll of the dice and it's terrifying.
[ ]Fuck Sophia. Not literally, Emma might be doing that. But seriously. Fuck her. It was her that turned your bff into a sadistic maniac, it's her who keeps trying to beat you up, it's her who sets a team of footballers to chase you down like a rabbit for kicks. If there was one thing you could do to change it all, it would be to get rid of Sophia.
[ ] Maybe if you change your usual dress, they won't notice you as "Taylor the Target"? You brush a hand through your hair. As much as you like your hair, if cutting it short or shaving it gave you a reprieve, you'd take it all off in a heartbeat. It grows back, anyway.
[ ] Why do they always find you?! You hide in the toilets, they find you. The roof you jimmied the door open to? Five minutes alone tops. The boiler room, and before you're even settled Sophia is in the shadows waiting for the best moment to try and give you a heart attack.
[ ] You wish they'd just forget you. Leave you alone, miss your desk, quiet their whispers. It's exhausting to always be on alert.
Something feels off, a disconcerting mix of deja vu and things long decided twisting and changing before your eyes. Coffee hasn't kicked in yet, you suppose.
With a huff, you toss the breakfast dishes in the sink. You'll wash them when you're home, and you have to move to catch the bus. Teeth, bag, yell out that that's you going, and out the door you go. Here, you, go.
[ ] Dash back in and grab your gift. Screw bullies, it's yours.
[ ] Keep going, shivering in the crisp cold air.
Hmm interesting combo:
[X] Her. Emma Barnes. Well, it says "the Barnes Family" but you know it was Emma's idea. Just on the edge of being a recognisable insult, just enough uncertainty that you can't call it out without looking like a crazy person. Themed hoodies, one for you and one for dad, both big enough to swamp you. It's Clockblocker, you think the Ward is called, themed? You think, you haven't paid enough attention to cape stuff recently to know for sure.
[X]Fuck Sophia. Not literally, Emma might be doing that. But seriously. Fuck her. It was her that turned your bff into a sadistic maniac, it's her who keeps trying to beat you up, it's her who sets a team of footballers to chase you down like a rabbit for kicks. If there was one thing you could do to change it all, it would be to get rid of Sophia.
[X] Dash back in and grab your gift. Screw bullies, it's yours.
[X] Her. Emma Barnes. Well, it says "the Barnes Family" but you know it was Emma's idea. Just on the edge of being a recognisable insult, just enough uncertainty that you can't call it out without looking like a crazy person. Themed hoodies, one for you and one for dad, both big enough to swamp you. It's Clockblocker, you think the Ward is called, themed? You think, you haven't paid enough attention to cape stuff recently to know for sure.
[X]Fuck Sophia. Not literally, Emma might be doing that. But seriously. Fuck her. It was her that turned your bff into a sadistic maniac, it's her who keeps trying to beat you up, it's her who sets a team of footballers to chase you down like a rabbit for kicks. If there was one thing you could do to change it all, it would be to get rid of Sophia.
[X] Dash back in and grab your gift. Screw bullies, it's yours.
Nobody else gonna vote?