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Scene ThreeThey are in the guy's car. His radio is playing Dead Mouse, but the girl has her earbuds in and she is listening to P!nk. There is an awkward silence in the car and just a hint of tension. The girl flinches when her phone vibrates. When she looks at her phone, it was her mom. She taps her friend; he then turns the radio off.
Girl: Hey mom, what is it that you need? (On the phone)
Mom: What I need is for you to get your stupid, skinny ass over to the apartment, RIGHT NOW!
Girl: Alright mom, see you in a lil' bit. (Hangs up before her mom can say anything else) ugh!
Guy: your mom? (Hint of sympathy in his tone)
Girl: you can say that … (she trails off. She hated it when things came up about her mom. They always fought and they would always argue. So she would always try to leave the house when she didn't have to be cleaning the house or watching her little brother)
Guy: so where is your house again?
Girl: I live in an apartment, go to manor avenue.
Guy: (silently drives. The level of awk
Scene TwoThey are now in Hottopic, browsing through the many items in the store. The girl has a Hetalia t-shirt, a Black Butler t-shirt, and a My Little Pony wallet in her hands. A Fullmetal Alchemist t-shirt catches her eye but she cannot buy it. The point of going into Hottopic was so she can buy her two best friends and her cousin Christmas presents. The guy notices that the shirt catches her eye; he takes a mental note to come back tomorrow and buy this shirt for her. The girl is his friend and if she was going to get him that CD, then he should get her that shirt. And he had a feeling that she was going back to that store to get him that CD. He looks up at her; she was looking at him with a dreamy like look. She realizes that he had seen her looking at him; the girl blushes fiercely and looks down at the items in her hands.
Girl: I am ready to check out (she holds up the items for him to see)
Guy: alright (he speaks laid back and indifferently. The girl then looks down, looking ashamed alm
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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