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Divinity 2012; A struggle for survival.
Topic Started: February 1, 2012, 3:04 pm (1,664 Views)
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It's 7:00 A.M. on a Friday morning mid-march in the year 2012. The city of New York, NY is already wide awake, not that it ever TRULY sleeps. People go about their daily lives. People who work in the city go to work, tourists shop or go sightseeing, the homeless try to keep from freezing to death, alcoholics try to remedy a hangover with a bottle of whiskey, somewhere in the city a crackhead is murdered in an alley, no one will ever know. No one really cares. Traffic will congest the streets, it's already starting to. The exhaust from all of those vehicles will pollute the air, not that it isn't already polluted- New York isn't the city for the asthmatic. Activists will say that the planet is dying. Politicians will lie, proposing plans that will either be completely ineffective or just not following through. Some scientists will say that the planet can take care of itself. Babies are born and people are dying, and thanks to modern medicine the chances of losing both the newborns and the dying are decreased. People can be kept alive longer than ever before. New York City is crowded and dirty, and the rest of the planet is beginning to follow suit. We hit carrying capacity in most places long ago and human's numbers just kept rising. More people are born and people aren't dying fast enough, but those who come out and say it are scrutinized. What is there to do about it? After all it's not like we can just start killing people off...

No the world is a broken place, and it's hurting, but it's our world. Where humans as a race scrape out their existences. Working towards their goals and trying to make their lives have some meaning. Yes it's just an average Friday in NYC, people living their lives, not concerned with the happenings of the world at large. And why should they be? They don't have any control of it. Their immediate world is the world that matters, their little sphere, why waste time worrying about a planet so huge? If they're feeling guilty they can always recycle...

2 days before everything changed



Where were you two days before it all changed? About to enjoy a special weekend? Just looking forward to a respite from your dead end job? Lying face down in an alley with a knife between your ribs? You had a life before all of this, you never suspected a thing.



Day -2
Prologue: The Countdown Begins
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"I live in the eyes of the blind.
In the fleeting shadows at the edge of your mind.
I observe you meet your fate,
the fate I helped to orchestrate."



"What's in the darkness? Nothingness."


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Orange-Green eyes scanned page after page on the small screen, pausing only as the long-since cooled cup of tea was lifted to chapped lips. The cup was then set back down on the table, and sleep-deprived eyes turned back to the website. The noise of the coffeehouse was drowned out by the steady rhythm of the music blaring through headphones much too large for the head wearing them.

Persephone Grace Soul, known to those few people she happened to speak to as Piercey, was not quite your average young adult. At just barely five feet tall, she stood well below most people's line of vision. She was just a thin thing, weighing barely 100 lbs, though that didn't make her unhealthy. She simply was quite good at watching her figure. Okay, if truth be told, she really didn't try, but she didn't much have to. Living alone had it's advantages in that she rarely bought junk food. It was more of a habit than anything to remain healthy.

Piercey brushed stubborn bangs out of her view for what was probably the hundredth time that day. They were cut just long enough to be annoying, yet short enough that they wouldn't stay behind her ears. The action brought to mind the many times she had considered just letting the stubborn things grow. For going on three years, she had kept her bangs at such a length. What for, she still didn't know. It wasn't as if anyone really saw her. That was a shame in of itself. She was such the beautiful young woman, not the type of beautiful that would make it in the modeling world, but the real beauty that most women were jealous of. Her hair was a unique combination of red, brown, and blonde, that could never be reproduced by any dye, no matter how many different colors were mixed together.

After a few more minutes of reading, the writer pulled up a word document, already filled with scatterbrained thoughts. Piercey wasn't always the most organized of writers. In all honesty, it was a miracle she ever finished and submitted anything on time. Fortunately, the particular project she was currently consumed with didn't have a deadline. It was something completely non-work related. It was the novel that nobody knew she was writing. She had no idea what it was about the city that made her take a second look at the long-since forgotten document. As she did, however, she found a new burst of inspiration that led her to typing for hours upon hours, watching as her lovelies went through adventure, love and loss, pain and relief. When she was writing, she was no longer alone. That was the best part of her job. All of the characters running around in her mind were the only thing left keeping her sane. Of course, anyone who heard that would never think her sane, but that was beside the point.

Piercey spent hours at that coffeehouse every day, typing away at her novel as she slowly sipped tea. She spent so long there that she was quickly becoming part of the very atmosphere of the place. Everyone who walked in noticed her, and few even tried to say a friendly hello, only to be ignored by the dedicated loner.

Just a typical Friday in the life of Piercey Soul.
I'll whisper in your ear,
You are mine, and you will never have to be alone.
And when I pull you near,
You'll know I love you like I never loved anyone.
So let me be the one to lift you up,
I'll carry you home.
'Cause now I'm here to keep you safe,
And to catch you when you fall.
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1:00 P.M.

Piercey Soul, the writer... Sitting all alone in a little coffee shop. Pecking away at her keyboard. She was writing a novel. No more like picking up where she had once left off. A burst of inspiration had put her here,day after day, locked inside her own little bubble of a world. just pecking away. But the substance of her book was nothing groundbreaking. It wouldn't win any prizes- not because she was a bad writer. Simply because, despite the experiences she had already had, she still had yet to mature and develop a voice worth reading. Granted she'd be able to produce a good book now, some would read it. But it would more than likely end up as a Wal-Mart paperback... It wasn't what miss Soul deserved.

The thing was that her writing had so much potential. She just really needed something else- her sphere was too isolated. She needed real and visceral experiences that would grip her reader. Because it certainly waas in her power to convey those things. But her muse wouldn't allow it at the moment.

The funny thing about bubbles (especially ones of seclusion) is that more often than not pins will come along. And if there's one thing pins are great at, besides holding fabric together temporarily, it's popping bubbles.

See: Piercy had an Achilles heel. And that little weakness is the exact one that the little pin that came along to pop her bubble took the form of: a guy. A cute one too, but not necessarily in any traditional sense. At the age of 22 he was about 5' 9" so he wasn't exactly tall but he wasn't short either. He was skinny, and not in that toned way- but not in the stringy, gangly, overall unhealthy wat either. No, he was just skinny. He has somewhat long, loosely-curly, dirty-blond hair. He eyes were blue green and his jaw was well built without being too overly there. All his features were slightly angled, giving him a somewhat exotic look and he had long eyelashes that helped frame his eyes that shifted like ocean tides. he was dressed in straight-leg black jeans and a black and grey striped t-shirt with an open vest over that and sneakers. He had a nice $60 blazer slung casually over one shoulder. He had a sweet, nervous, smile but overall was sincere and friendly. In the messenger bag slung over his other shoulder was his own laptop and a sketchbook with charcoals.

He had walked into his favorite coffee shop that afternoon- there she was again. The one writer-girl. She didn't look much younger than him. For some reason she perked his curiosity. Of course he figured he'd always be too shy to talk to her. But today was different. He didn't know why, just that it was and that today he was going to talk to her.

"Hello. My name's Elliot, you... uh... mind if I sit?" He asked, a little awkwardly- as if he wasn't used to talking to women like this, which he really wasn't. He would come off as harmless enough. And he hoped that the young woman would talk to him, as he had seen her ignore others before. Not that he was a stalker, it just was his favorite coffee shop, and she was a new patron.
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I observe you meet your fate,
the fate I helped to orchestrate."



"What's in the darkness? Nothingness."


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It was a general assumption that no matter who attempted to make conversation with the small red-head, they would surely fail. That was an assumption for good reason. Her track record stood for itself; not a single person was even aware of her name. She just sat there and typed herself to oblivion, the most ever coming out of her mouth would be a request for another tea.

Piercey continued her work in silence, having absolutely no reason to expect anything different. She wouldn't have noticed when a young man approached her, if it weren't for the fact that he also spoke. "Hello. My name's Elliot, you... uh... mind if I sit?" the voice was most definately masculine, which right away caused a faint blush to dust the woman's cheeks. After finishing her sentence, which was really only the last word, she lifted her hands from the keyboard. She turned her eyes away from the screen, nervously peering up at the speaker.

Upon seeing the young man - Elliot - she blushed brighter, and bit her lower lip slightly. "Uh...um...sure..." she stammered, shuffling her papers into a makeshift pile, stacking them on top of her computer bag. After she made room for Elliot to put his things, she turned back to her computer. She lifted her hands to type, but found that all of the words left her. She was, for lack of a better term, speechless. She tapped the keys for a few seconds, before glancing at the young man over the screen. "I'm...uh...I'm Piercey." she stated her name after a short silence.

It was at that point that the young writer mentally analyzed her appearance, picking it apart with cruel eyes. She was wearing her favorite jeans, which were looser than most skinny jeans, but not as loose as your typical boot-cut jeans. There was a small hole over the right pocket, where her phone wore down the fabric until it frayed. She wore a simple short-sleeved royal blue t-shirt, not overly tight, but enough to show off her figure slightly. Hanging off the back of her chair was a black hoodie, fairly simple in nature, with a musical design across the front in varying shades of blue. Few people could possibly know, but it was one of her most prized possessions, that hoodie. She made it herself, well, the design for it, at least. It was one of those online things where, if you send them a sketch, they would turn it into clothing for you. She didn't know why she did it, but she was sure glad she did. Suddenly finding the situation much too personal for her liking (despite nothing at all personal really going on besides the exchange of names), Piercey took the hoodie off her chair, and pulled it over her shoulders, sliding her arms through it before zipping it just less than half way.
I'll whisper in your ear,
You are mine, and you will never have to be alone.
And when I pull you near,
You'll know I love you like I never loved anyone.
So let me be the one to lift you up,
I'll carry you home.
'Cause now I'm here to keep you safe,
And to catch you when you fall.
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1:05 P.M.

Elliot thought the girl was even cuter when she blushed. And it seemed like she was just as shy as he was. He would have helped her move things, but refrained due to fear of messing something up. When she finished he draped his coat over the back of the chair and sat, really wishing he had thought farther ahead. He had no idea what to say now that she had agreed to him sitting!

I'm... uh... I'm Piercy. She stammered, Elliot was suddenly really glad he had decided to introduce himself. He was pretty sure he was blushing a bit too. Despite his strange good looks he didn't date often. The trouble really was finding a girl he got along with. He wasn't the overly masculine type and had definitely been accused of being too nice before. He wasn't a virgin... but it had certainly been a while.

But that wasn't on his mind right now. He was just genuinely curious. "It's nice to meet you Piercy." He smiled, a little awkwardly. He hadn't done this before but he hoped he wasn't butchering it too badly. The waitress brought over his coffee.

"Here you go Elliot." She said with a smile and a quick glance at Piercy. The young writer must've been cold because she put her hoodie on, but she didn't zip it up all the. It looked really good on her. Elliot snapped himself out of his brief "typical guy" moment and settled his eyes back on her face.

"So, er... Are you a student?" he asked, indicating her laptop. the writing was what had initially interested him in her. He had seen other writers come here to set up and write, but this girl seemed so much more sincere about it. Not some hipster wannabe author who thinks they have to be seen writing for there to be a point. No, she seemed to belong here more. it really was a great little shop. Made all the better because of how unknown it was.

He really hoped he wasn't asking awkward questions, right now he just wanted to get to know Piercy a little better. She had the potential to be a really nice addition to the regulars.



20 blocks away the guy Elliot was renting a flat was just getting home.
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"I live in the eyes of the blind.
In the fleeting shadows at the edge of your mind.
I observe you meet your fate,
the fate I helped to orchestrate."



"What's in the darkness? Nothingness."


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Piercey watched with curious eyes as Elliot sat down opposite her. He was a distraction - a social distraction from the world she created - and she didn't know what to make of it. She didn't really know what she expected to happen when she allowed him to sit down, but it never occurred to her that she would then have to socialize with him. That thought scared her. She wasn't good at small talk, finding it difficult to reproduce even in her writing.

The waitress came back, bringing Elliot a coffee, and Piercey wrinkled her nose slightly at the smell. It was one of those smells that the young woman never quite got used to. It wasn't bad, it was just very..distinct. The waitress glanced at her, but she paid the woman no mind. It was unimportant what everyone else thought or assumed. She didn't see any reason why they should be involved in her life.

Elliot then asked her a question, at which point she blinked a few times. Was she a student? She wasn't quite sure how to answer that at first. It always seemed strange for her to explain that, while she took some online classes, she spent most of her time in her house. That thought often causes most people to take pause. Neverless, she wasn't one to lie to people, so she shook her head slightly "Not really...I...uh...take some writing classes...online..." she paused. "I'm a writer..." she laughed nervously, gesturing to the mess of papers that was her notes.

She paused once again, trying to figure out where to go from there. The art of small talk was a horrifying and strange one for her, so she struggled to come up with something to say. After a few seconds, she went with the only thing she could think of...asking him the same thing. "...are you?" she asked quietly. Her voice was soft, slightly nervous, yet friendly enough.
I'll whisper in your ear,
You are mine, and you will never have to be alone.
And when I pull you near,
You'll know I love you like I never loved anyone.
So let me be the one to lift you up,
I'll carry you home.
'Cause now I'm here to keep you safe,
And to catch you when you fall.
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1:06

Elliot sipped his coffee, the hot rush of caffeine helped to calm his nerves a little. Like most artists his age he needed his fix of something. Elliot figured he was one of the lucky ones that his drug of choice was caffeine. He smiled slightly with his eyes at Piercey's answer. Elliot was not a writer, he was the kind of guy who loved a good book, but had to run all of his emails through spell check twice before sending them.

"Well, kind of... I mean part-time I guess. I'm taking some drawing courses at Pratt over in Brooklyn..." He said, a bit sheepishly. It wasn't all that impressive once you figured that he hadn't had nearly enough cash to be a full time student. And the only reason he was even able to do that was because he had gotten his 2 year degree at Pratt's sister school in Utica, Ny where he had grown up and that he was so talented at drawing.

He took another sip of coffee, "So, you're a writer? What do you write?" Crap, that sounded stupid... He thought. "I mean, should I be on the lookout for any big upcoming works?" He asked, smiling a bit awkwardly. It helped that she seemed nervous too.

From over the counter the waitress smiled, the coffee shop was pretty empty so there wasn't much to mind. Elliot was her favorite regular, but he was always too shy to have a girlfriend. It was good to see him taking a shine to someone. She'd have asked Elliot out herself, but he wasn't her type. No her taste in men could easily be divined from the fading bruise on her left shoulder that was, thankfully, hidden by her shirt sleeves.

Elliot tousled his own hair a bit, unsure what to do next. He liked this girl but honestly what could he expect. Reality dictated she probably had a boyfriend. Still, this was a surprisingly smooth start but Elliot still refused to get ahead of himself. Things that seemed to good to be true usually were.
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"I live in the eyes of the blind.
In the fleeting shadows at the edge of your mind.
I observe you meet your fate,
the fate I helped to orchestrate."



"What's in the darkness? Nothingness."


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An artist? Piercey's eyes widened a little with curiosiy. While she had dabbled around in art a few times as she was growing, she was never able to express herself the same as she could by writing. The most she could ever draw with satisfaction was the human eye, and it got quite creepy filling a sketchbook with nothing but eyes, so she soon gave up on that. "You're an artist?" she asked, despite his having just said that a moment before. She removed her hands from the keyboard once again, finding no words coming to mind, and looked at him more fully. "What sort of things do you draw?" she inquired, still half hiding behind the convenietly placed laptop screen.

She then responded to the second half of his question. "I write for an online newspaper." she commented. "It's a small, locally based thing...you wouldn't have heard of it..." she shrugged it off as no big deal. Hardly anyone read the thing, even those who lived in her area. "I'm...uh...working on a novel...though it's not getting very far." she said in hushed tones. She hadn't really told anyone about the novel before, at least not in many years, and was slightly embarrassed by the fact. She didn't know what others would think of her taking on such a project.

The very concept of her novel was insane in and of itself. It was the type of thing that nobody in their right mind would take on, especially not as their first novel. There was conflict within conflict buried under conflict, not to mention the tiring expanse of characters and their relationships with one another. It was said once that writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia, and after spending one day in the mind of Piercey, it was obvious why. There were so many characters running through her head, causing drama and threatening to blow up or murder other characters, that it became difficult to distinguish them as not real beings.

In fact, Piercey was beginning to question if Elliot was a real person or not. At least, she would have, if it wasn't for the fact that the waitress seemed to notice him as well, and was fully able to communicate with him. That was just about the only thing setting him apart from the many people running through her stories. It was almost a relief for her, being able to talk to someone who wasn't a figment of her imagination. A relief, yet extremely nerve-wracking.

The young writer brushed her stubborn bangs out from her line of vision yet again. She finished off her tea, and set the mug down with a soft sigh, glaring at it. Out of tea...again. That was her fourth cup of the day, and it was barely past lunch. It was offical...she was addicted to tea. It wasn't really a new occurance, just one that she never thought much about before then. When you spend all your time alone in your own house, the days seem to blend together, and you don't really notice your strange habits. With a nervous smile, she turned her head in the direction of the waitress, who promptly brought over another cup of hot water, and a tea bag. Piercey much preferred loose-leaf teas to the crappy, mass-produced bags, but it was highly inconvenient to be carrying a can of loose-leaf tea around with her everywhere, so she settled for the next best thing.

She waited impatiently for a few seconds as the tea slowly began to seep, before grumbling, playing around with the tea bag until it was at least slightly darker than your typical water color, and took a sip. It was still watered down, but better than nothing. Her tea issue fixed, she then turned her attention back to Elliot, waiting for his response.
I'll whisper in your ear,
You are mine, and you will never have to be alone.
And when I pull you near,
You'll know I love you like I never loved anyone.
So let me be the one to lift you up,
I'll carry you home.
'Cause now I'm here to keep you safe,
And to catch you when you fall.
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1:08 P.M.

"Well, I mean that's the plan. I mean, I'm not Davinci, or even Magritte. I don't actually paint. But yeah, that's why I went the art school route- as psyched as it made my dad..." Elliot inwardly cringed, come on now. This wasn't the time to bring out his whole life story. "But, as for what i draw... Well, I mean... I guess I've always wanted to draw what I see, because I've never been good at putting it into words I just wished I could show people what I was trying to say. So that's why I took up drawing..."

Elliot was definitely more impressed by her story than by his own. She was an online journalist and tackling a novel. That was pretty cool by him. I mean, the amount of work that went into that. It must've been hard to keep it all straight. Elliot could barely keep three different drawing ideas straight in his head. He had to get them out his head as soon as he could. If he didn't put them on paper he couldn't eat or sleep. He'd start having flashbacks or hallucinations.

He couldn't help thinking the young writer was really cute as she brushed aside her bangs and fixed her tea. Elliot liked iced tea... wasn't much accustomed to the "ordinary" kind. He had started on coffee at what most people would have considered too young and never looked back. He had always considered himself lucky that unlike most people he wasn't properly addicted to the stuff, it was more just a habitual thing that he quite enjoyed.

"So, what's it about? Your novel I mean."
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In the fleeting shadows at the edge of your mind.
I observe you meet your fate,
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"What's in the darkness? Nothingness."


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Piercey laughed slightly, somewhat proud of herself for even knowing who the artists he named were. She wasn't overly knowledgeable about her art, but she knew enough to hold her own in conversation. "Paint has never really been my thing either. Well, neither has art in general, but yeah..." she drifted off, feeling that she was already beginning to make a fool of herself. "Let me guess, your dad doesn't like that you're an artist?" she inferred, knowing full well what it was like. Of course, for the young writer, it was her mother, not her father, who played such a role, but that was hardly consequential.

She then gave him what she hoped was a friendly smile (she was definately not used to the whole socializing thing). "My novel?" she repeated his questioning. "Oh..it's...kinda complicated." she mumbled, not quite sure what to say. She had never really talked about her story before, and was unsure of how to do it. Did he want to know about the plotline? The characters? the general outline of the story? She still remembered when she was trying to write up a synopsis. Four pages, and a lot of rewrites later, and she still had a good four paragraph synopsis that she wasn't satisfied with.

Piercey wasn't really satisfied with anything she wrote. She felt there was always room for improvement. That was one of her faults when it came to her work. She would rewrite and edit a piece of work until there was very little remaining of the original, and STILL find more things she wanted to change. It was all part of the way she would over think just about everything. Like the current situation. Her mind was shuffling through outcome after outcome, trying to figure out what to make of the young man sitting in front of her.
I'll whisper in your ear,
You are mine, and you will never have to be alone.
And when I pull you near,
You'll know I love you like I never loved anyone.
So let me be the one to lift you up,
I'll carry you home.
'Cause now I'm here to keep you safe,
And to catch you when you fall.
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1:10 P.M.

Elliot nodded, he totally understood. Except in his case art was really the only thing he WAS good at. Elliot just found himself more able to voice his thoughts with a pencil or piece of charcoal. It showed the world he saw- not that Elliot could see color. It's just that he felt he could better represent the world in black and white, he could express stark contrasts or even give things warmth. Despite his own opinion Elliot was exceptionally talented- he didn't need to use color to convey exactly what he wanted to. Art truly was his "voice."

"Dad wanted me to be a lawyer, I know totally cliche..." He hid his face in his hands for a moment before looking up. "Complicated eh?" He queried, studying her face. He was certainly intrigued, it seemed like it was a pretty complicated book judging by the look on her face.

-The two continued talking, conversation becoming easier and easier as they went. Both talking a little about their past. At some point Eli brought out his sketchbook and showed it to Peircey. In this way the hours slipped by without either really noticing it.-

5:14 P.M.

Elliot looked at his pocketwatch. "Wow, it's already 5? I should probably head home... Uhm, sorry if I'm sounding forward but... Would you want to walk with me? I could show you some more of my work... I set up a little studio in my apartment and... I mean you don't have to..." Elliot sat there feeling awkward and waiting for a response. If she turned down he'd understand but he really hoped she didn't. He didn't want her to get the wrong idea either... Yeah he was pretty much regretting asking- feeling like he should have started with asking for the number.

(Okay, since you did not roll high enough to esist you agree to go with him. Against your better judgement or not you cannot dent you are attracted to him and definitely want to get to know him better.)
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"I live in the eyes of the blind.
In the fleeting shadows at the edge of your mind.
I observe you meet your fate,
the fate I helped to orchestrate."



"What's in the darkness? Nothingness."


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Piercey couldn't deny that the young man before her was intriguing. At some point through their hours of conversation, she even went as far as to close her laptop, and put it safely in it's bag, along with her piles of hand-written notes. The only thing left on the table was a half-drunk cup of tea, which had long since gone cold. She was too deep in conversation to even really focus on her tea, which was strange for her.

Before she knew it, 5pm had come and gone, a fact that Elliot managed to comment upon. "Wow, it's already 5? I should probably head home... Uhm, sorry if I'm sounding forward but... Would you want to walk with me? I could show you some more of my work... I set up a little studio in my apartment and... I mean you don't have to..." He spoke, checking the time on his pocket watch, which Piercey couldn't fail to take note of. The boy carried a pocket watch - very classy.

At his words, the writer's cheeks flushed red. Was he asking her to accompany him home? Where would that lead? What was she supposed to say? So many things ran through her mind at once. Her mind was filled with memories of the past, coupled with a small, barely detectable hope for things to be different. That was the strange thing about Piercey. For all the shit she went through when she was younger, Piercey was always hopeful.

It was that small glimmer of hope that led the writer to agree. "I...I'd like to see your work...if....if you don't mind..." she responded nervously, her cheeks still a nice pink color. She brushed her hair from her eyes once again, and smiled a nervous little smile. "Shall we, then?" she asked after a moment's silence. She slung her bag over one shoulder, and, still seated, waited for him to make the first move to leave.
I'll whisper in your ear,
You are mine, and you will never have to be alone.
And when I pull you near,
You'll know I love you like I never loved anyone.
So let me be the one to lift you up,
I'll carry you home.
'Cause now I'm here to keep you safe,
And to catch you when you fall.
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Although Elliot's request was totally innocent, he couldn't help noticing how cute Piercey was when she blushed, Elliot couldn't help blushing a bit too. Not only that she'd agreed. Elliot mentally kicked himself, the apartment would probably be a mess and his studio wasn't exactly set up for visitors. He just hoped that she wouldn't mind. He was also kind of hoping his roommate wouldn't be there.

"Shall we then?" Piercey's words almost didn't register in his mind then he noticed from her posture and by the fact she had her bag slung over her shoulder.

"Yeah, it's not far let's get out of here." He said, grabbing his own bag and jacket and heading for the door. Like a proper gentlemen he held the door for the lovely redhead. A happy smile was on his face, he waved goodnight to the waitress. "I uh... Hope you like cityscapes Piercey..." He said a bit nervously. But in his head he was thinking of some of the portraits he was even prouder of.
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"I live in the eyes of the blind.
In the fleeting shadows at the edge of your mind.
I observe you meet your fate,
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Gold eyes peeked out from behind dark brown hair as the young woman nearly ran down the street. Her pace was hurried with the desire to disappear back to the woods she usually inhabited. It had been a long day, the morning filled with the unexpected.

Lyra had been visiting Kristen, her best friend of almost seven years. Kristen had been worried about her paintings and wanted Lyra's opinion. Lyra had arrived yesterday around four in the after noon, so Kristen offered to pay for a room in one of the hotels in New York City. Lyra couldn't turn the offer down because, despite how much she loved her friend, staying with Kristen would have been impossible. Kristen's boyfriend lived with Kristen and Lyra didn't trust him. To sleep in a room in the same house as him mad her skin crawl.

So Lyra opted for the ten minute walk between the hotel and Kristen's apartment. But now, at almost five twenty, Lyra wished that she was rooming with Kristen. She didn't like having all of the people walking around her, going home from the jobs in the tall sky-scrapers that kept her caged from the forest she loved. She glanced to her right and spotted a small coffee shop. She didn't pay much attention to it until she ran into the glass door. Her head hit the metal frame and she went sprawling. There were two people walking out of the shop
"People assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect, but *actually* from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint - it's more like a big ball of wibbly wobbly... time-y wimey... stuff."

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Piercy stood, and sent a wave goodbye to the waitress as well. She readjusted her bag on her shoulder, and zipped her hoodie up all the way. She pulled her hood on, almost hiding her eyes behind it. It was more of an instinctual action than anything else. Surprisingly, she wasn't really trying to hide from the young man. She didn't even notice that she had done it. She just sort of always did that. It was partially because of her fear of people, but also because of her virtually non-existent self esteem.

Piercey blinked a few times, trying to bring her mind back to the present. She looked up at the young man for a second before turning her eyes away, looking pointedly at the ground. She then followed Elliot out of the coffeehouse. She blushed slightly when the artist held the door open for her, and smiled at him. "I would love to see whatever you draw. I'm...not exactly used to the city scene quite yet..." she admitted. She hand't been in the city for very long, and was still adjusting to the difference. The only real reason she went to the coffehouse every day was because it was as far from her small apartment that she had yet to venture. She had the sinking suspicion that Elliot was going to be broadening that horizon in the small excursion to his studio apartment, wherever it may be. Somewhere in the back of her mind, Piercey thought of the sheer stupidity of going with a guy she barely knew to someplace she didn't know, but she brushed it aside. She was there for adventures, was she not?
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You are mine, and you will never have to be alone.
And when I pull you near,
You'll know I love you like I never loved anyone.
So let me be the one to lift you up,
I'll carry you home.
'Cause now I'm here to keep you safe,
And to catch you when you fall.
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Lyra stood quickly, a hand at the now throbbing bump on her forehead. She felt a blush creep up her neck to her cheeks and bit her lower lip.

Why can't I watch where I'm going? She wondered, frustrated. it's not like I didn't know there was a door. I need to pay more attention.

She took a deep breath, not looking at the couple that had been exiting the coffee shop. If she were lucky, they wouldn't follow her and she wouldn't have to deal with strangers for today.
"People assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect, but *actually* from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint - it's more like a big ball of wibbly wobbly... time-y wimey... stuff."

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5:18 P.M.

A girl bashed her head on the open door. Elliot winced a little but didn't say anything. That was how it went in Mew York, he hated to think that way but she was probably out of it on something hard she bought in a back alley.

He led Piercey out onto the sidewalk, really glad she trusted him enough to agree to come along. The poor kid was just excited to meet a girl he got on so well with, he wasn't a criminal. He wondered for a moment what to talk about... Piercey had expressed interest in his art... But Elliot wasn't really used to talking about it that much. He really wasn't all that impressive in his own opinion.

He looked around at the bustling crowd then back at the shy girl accompanying him, she had her face hidden in her hood. He found her breathtaking, her personality was an almost visible quality. As an artist Elliot found himself wanting to draw her. To capture that moment, everything he saw.

"You're a writer, have you ever just looked around, and just needed to capture the beauty there. The beauty in regular things, things often overlooked. To just show people the world through your eyes?" He let his sentence hang a little awkwardly, feeling vulnerable. Maybe she couldn't relate, maybe he just sounded stupid... Elliot steeled himself- He had come this far, maybe it wasn't too good to be true.
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Piercey followed the artist out into the hustle and bustle of NYC. She would never get used to it, the insane number of people pushing their way down the street, not caring about anyone else who might be there. It was so infuriating for the young writer. She hated people, hated being in large crowds. As she walked beside the young man, she found herself momentarily wondering yet again why she bothered to go to the big city anyway. A random woman bumped into her shoulder, and she found herself slink closer to Elliot out of instinct; move away from the strange lady and closer to the not quite as strange young man. Makes perfect sense, right?

It was a few seconds more before Piercey noticed that the young man was speaking. To her surprise, she realized she understood exactly what he was saying. "That's how I feel about my home..." ..the woods...nature. she added to herself, not really deciding to say anything out loud. What he was talking about made a lot of sense to the writer, who drew from what she saw around her as she created her world.
I'll whisper in your ear,
You are mine, and you will never have to be alone.
And when I pull you near,
You'll know I love you like I never loved anyone.
So let me be the one to lift you up,
I'll carry you home.
'Cause now I'm here to keep you safe,
And to catch you when you fall.
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5:18 P.M.

The world is a funny place, and not everyone fits into it the same way. But Lyra didn’t seem to fit into it at all. The openness of the city, the massive throngs of people, it would set any recluse on edge. It was a wonder Lyra could handle it at all. It was a good thing this wasn’t her first time here. And today she got really lucky- aside from bashing her face of a coffee house door.- If she had been a few minutes earlier, or perhaps even not had the delay of hitting the door she might easily have ended up like another young lady. Although it is hoped that she would have handled herself better.

A man in a leather Jacket had pulled a passing young lady back into the alleyway. He had been standing in the shadows and she didn’t see him. He was frantic, like a cornered animal. Adrenaline pumped in his veins. He demanded cash, she was too afraid to move. Steel glinted, cold and hard, in the man’s hand.

A knife, he had a knife! She wanted to scream but she couldn’t, terror drained all the color from her flesh. The man grabbed her shoulder demanding her purse. He was getting more agitated now. There was definitely something wrong with him. Something set him apart from your normal starved smack addict. He shivered just the same. “He can make it go away, just give me the money!”

The girl tried to scream again- his hand flew to her mouth. “You shouldn’t make so much noise.” His eyes widened beyond what any normal human’s should. “They could hear you…” The hard steel bit into the woman’s diaphragm and was yanked up towards her sternum. There would be no screams from her. As the hot blood soaked her clothing and the crazed man she could draw no breath to form a sound.

The man stood there and watched her die; tension seemed to ease out of him as she did. “That looks nice. Your eyes they can’t see them, can’t see anything anymore…” Without a second’s hesitation he reversed the knife in his grip and drew it across his throat with all his strength. His head flopped backwards, still partly attached, blood spurted a foot skyward form severed arteries. He savored every moment of his agonizing death.


But Lyra managed to avoid that situation completely. She didn’t even know it happened. Unfortunately she was noticed by someone else: a police officer.

“Ma’am, you mind if I ask you a question?”
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"Yeah, there really is no place like home... I've been away from mine so long it feels like a fairy tale to me now... Back when I was actually welcome there... But hey, that's not my point. I'm really glad you understand, it's just like... People get so wrapped up in their own ways of thinking they can't really understand each other... I mean... it's just like, I want to show them another way of looking at the world. Show people what they might be missing you know?"

The young man noticed that Piercey had moved closer to him and he smiled.

"It's just a few blocks but I can call a cab if you want." Elliot's wallet would suffer but he wanted to make a good impression. But then again if she decided against the cab he could always point out some of his favorite sights- things often overlooked. Storefronts, benches, unlicensed workers peddling their wares. Nothing special... until you decided to look at it in a different way. There was an old building two blocks away. It was a beautiful piece of architecture, but if someone looked they could see the falcon nest built on one of the gargoyles. Elliot felt like the falcons were sort of representative of New Yorkers as a whole... They fit in wherever they could- doing what they had to to make this city their own. It was like the City was alive and everything living here was in symbiosis with it...
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The trip had been hell, he had pulled an overnighter driving into the city and was plenty agitated by the people that liked to box others in. Ya gotta be fuckin' kiddin' me. He thought to himself staring at the city streets around him while sitting at the stop light. It had been five minutes and was barely even seven in the morning. Slapping his face, the young man sighed and pointed at the light. "Change now, please and thank you!" It took a moment, but the light did change finally; not that he had actually done anything but timed his frustration right.

He rolled through the city, keeping one eye on the gas meter and the other on the streets to try to memorize land marks; if he tried for names he'd fail miserably. It was made pretty difficult by the fact his hazel eyes wanted to cross from lack of sleep but never the less he kept on rolling until he found the company building that he was supposed to be at tomorrow. Awesome, a bank there across the street and a sign big enough to remember. Woot. He smirked to himself and took a couple streets down to find a place to beat his face into a pillow for a while.

He'd managed to find a hotel that didn't have roaches like in Joe's Motel, a movie he remember seeing as a kid about a dude who lived with talking cockroaches. While amusing, James wasn't smoking nearly enough to trip out and start having witty comedy exchanges with the vermin. He'd probably splatter what ever roach decided to stand up and do a musical number and died from laughter later on. "Wait...why am I thinking about dancing roaches?" He huffed and bonked his face against the door he'd stood standing in front of zoning out for the past five minutes. "Sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep! Uuuuuuungh!" He drawled and moaned it out like one of those George Ramiro zombies before slipping his key into the lock and sliding in the room to close the door. Only to remember that he left the key in the lock. Oh damn it. He snapped the door open, pulled out the key, snapped the door shut and locked the door while glaring at the key like it was to blame.

Crap. "I forgot my suit case." Groaning and rolling his eyes he said to hell with it under his breath while shuffling to the bed, not even bothering to get out of his black button up over shirt, blue jeans, red stretchy athletics works shirt, or boots. He just did a belly flop on the bed, pulled his desperado off the front of his pants so that the clip wasn't diggin into him, removed his cellphone from his pocket and set the alarm for three hours later before promptly closing his eyes...

Only to wake up three hours later as though nothing had happened.

His phone cheered and dropped a hot techno beat that he would normally be all for doing a silly dance grove to. But with how tired he was at the moment all he wanted to do was play hockey with the damn thing. A few moments of repetitive techno ring tone alarm forced him up to his feet; scrubbing a hand through his hair and removing the red hair tie still holding his auburn hair in a ponytail he viciously scratched at his scalp with moans more befitting an orgasm than a head scratch.

With that; he had to pee. His bladder screamed in protest while he scrambled for the bathroom, those two cups of coffee three, four...six hours ago wanted to be let out to walk and didn't care if they marched down his leg to do so. A bit of water weight lighter, James stood staring himself down in the mirror. "Holy hell I look like shit." His semi-angular face was fine, the sculpted spade shaped beard on and under his chin was accented by night-old stubble, his white face had a nice healthy golden glow to it in the light, and the auburn hair on his head wasn't too spastic today. But the white around his hazel irises were bloodshot and the natural bags under his eyes were puffy, giving him a bit of a haunted look while he glared, his solid eyebrows casting shadows on the lids below.

He needed more sleep something fierce. So he repeated the ritual he'd done when entering the room, minus fighting with the door. A belly flop to phone fiddle, setting the alarm for three hours after now.

And yet again he woke up almost as soon as his eyes shut. It was 1 pm now and on six hours of rest, James needed to get active. No sense in laying around, need to get moving or I won't get any energy back. Shuffling about to wake himself up a bit, the young man trotted out to his car and grabbed his suit case. The thing hardly looked the greatest, it had weathered a couple Upstate Winters, which mean lots of salt on the roads. It was an old red honda four door, while it didn't look the greatest it did the job and got him from point A to B with out costing him an arm or leg in gas. Once he was sure that his car was locked after grabbing his "go bag" from the passenger seat, he headed on up to his room.

First on the agenda? A wakeup warm up. He pulled a blue roll out of the suitcase, tugged a string and tossed it at the floor; letting the mat spring open to reveal a triangle inside a square crossed by four points in nearly cardinal directions. The triangle was hardly perfect, a little tilted to the side as though trying to be a right triangle but stopped short by a lot but the box and cardinal lines were even and measured. He stripped off his overshirt, tucked his desperado back onto his waist so that the black textured, egg shaped handle barely peeked over his belt, and slid the mat to the widest open space on the floor.

Once he'd looked around to be sure he was clear, he started, placing a foot on each point of the base on the triangle. He sunk down and seemed to shake his torso, his core flexing and relaxing while he settled in to the "greeting". His arms were resting a little away from his body and his eyes went sharp, with palms open his right foot slid over to rest next to the left right along the base line on the triangle while his hand came together in a sweeping motion to rest his left palm against the back of his right hand. From there he flipped his hands up along the inside of his body and stopped them so the palms faced the ceiling side by side, resting them there as though holding a platter for just a moment then curling his right hand into a fist rested against the left palm as he brought them in close to his chest, shifting them a little to the left to cross over his heart. Extending his hands out just a little as though asking for something, he paused there before bringing his hands up to cover his whole face only to lower them over his chest palms together in a sort of praying motion that was wiped away as he swung his hands down to end with his palms facing back instead of forward.

Now his warm up began.

In the three years of doing Silat, an Indonesian fighting system that his Dad had gotten them both involved in, he felt the most at peace while practicing. The system was all about foundation and core, if your core was strong and so was your foundation you could soar above the untrained; but only if you knew how to put your practice into application. Which is what the tricky part came down to. Once he had started learning and gotten the understanding that a person could easily be killed with a twitch of the body, James found that he no longer got into proper fights as though people were avoiding him. He honestly didn't think about the why either, it was nice not to have to act like a knuckle dragger, as his dad called those who had no understanding what-so-ever.

At the very end, going from his warm up to Djuru one and two, working through Pukulan one through three, and Sombut one through four, James was sweaty. And the clock read 4 p.m. "Nice." His hazel eyes radiated an inner peace found more commonly by holy men who had just come out of meditation, and while his body practically gushed heat, the young man was far from uncomfortable while his musky scent wafted into the room. That killed it. He needed a shower.

Quite happily stripping, he grabbed his body wash, cloth, and towel and stepped into the bathroom; of which he'd forgotten to turn the light off three hours earlier. Oops. He caught his own reflection out of the corner of his eye from the mirror; his body was all hard angles, with lean chiseled muscle and hardly a drop of fat; to some, they would hardly think that the tall young man could likely put his fist through someone's skull like a sledgehammer going through a watermelon. His secret was his toned stomach, while most men prided themselves on a "six" or "eight" pack, James happened to love his "flat" pack, granted it made his ribs seem to stick out more than normal but the solid muscle was strong and limber. Gracing his golden skin was a neatly trimmed bit of chest hair with a line of dark hair running down his chest and along his stomach right across his navel.

His back was hairless, his arms from the shoulders to the elbows bore only stray witch hairs, and from his elbows down was neatly laying, soft hair that seemed more like fur in texture. Of course, what had missed his back was covering his legs from nearly the waist down, he looked like a half-wookie no matter how tame he kept the curly hair. Before he had realized it he had started looking himself over, not for vanity's sake but to make sure he didn't have ingrown hairs anywhere since the things could be horribly painful if left alone.

Satisfied that he was blemish free, he cranked the hot water on and a splash of cold before hopping in the shower to scrub down and subdue his scent. He hated the smell of himself, and while others might possibly appreciate it he couldn't stand the smell of his own stink. To him, it seemed only a few moments of heavenly warmth that he was in the shower, basking and cleaning. But once he'd hopped out and was somewhat dressed in fresh clothing the clock read 5:18 p.m.

All the rest of the night, no where to really go. He threw on a fresh over shirt, made sure his desperado was in place and hidden from unknowing eyes, tucked his boot knife back into his boot, dropped his "go bag" over his shoulder, and headed out the door to scope out the area.

On the street he unintentionally seemed to prowl, his confidence creating a "dominant" air around him that made strangers give him a decent space even as he slipped past tight knots of people with a polite "Excuse me." His stomach ragged, he hadn't eaten since last night and he needed a bit of food but had no clue where anywhere good was. He stood at a crosswalk frowning at the glaring red hand across the street while he thought, idly scraping his bottom lip between his teeth.
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Lyra jumped at the words that yanked her out of her daydream.

“Ma’am, you mind if I ask you a question?” It was a police officer, walking beside her. Lyra shook herself, unprepared to meet with him.

"I'm sorry, sir." She muttered, panic starting to creep up her spine. She didn't like people, especially in this big city, and now she was stuck with a person she didn't even know. "Did I do something wrong?" Her voice sounded wrong, forced.

She couldn't think as she saw him place his hands at his belt. Crap, he's going to bring me in. I didn't even do anything.

She rubbed her hand across her forehead, the anxiety almost forcing its way up her throat
"People assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect, but *actually* from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint - it's more like a big ball of wibbly wobbly... time-y wimey... stuff."

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Piercey nodded. It seemed like Elliot was similar to her in a lot of ways. When he mentioned his home, she just shrugged. Parents didn't always understand what people were going through. That was a fact she understood all too well. "Ah. My home is...nothing like this..." she added. She didn't really know how to explain that she was from the middle of nowhere, surrounded by nothing but forest and nature.

"If only everybody wanted to see things differently..." she muttered. It was one of the things she hated about modern society. Everybody was so narrow-minded. Nobody wanted to take a few minutes and just look at the little things in life. Like the company who had been trying to buy off part of her 10 acre property to build a "secluded" hotel. They just didn't understand.

Elliot must have noticed her discomfort around the city folk, for he offered to get a cab. Piercey shook her head firmly. "Walking is fine." she may be uncomfortable around the quick-paced people in the city, but they were much preferred to the smelly cabs that who knows how many people had been in before.
I'll whisper in your ear,
You are mine, and you will never have to be alone.
And when I pull you near,
You'll know I love you like I never loved anyone.
So let me be the one to lift you up,
I'll carry you home.
'Cause now I'm here to keep you safe,
And to catch you when you fall.
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5:19 P.M.

The officer observed the young girl. In reality she was in the wrong place at the right time, he just had a few questions to ask her. So why did she seem so nervous? The officer took note of it; it was possible he had stumbled onto another criminal. Despite that, it was also possible she could help him right now so he had to at least try and make her feel comfortable enough to talk. He was a New York City cop, he was used to dealing with weird people. This particular officer was also a good cop, despite all the stress of working in NYC, all the danger, he took pride in his work and did it well.

“My name is officer Hayley; I just have a few questions since you’re in the area, Miss. Have you perhaps seen anything strange recently?”

He really hoped she was cooperative, this case had really set his teeth on edge; there was something weird about it; something that made him uncomfortable to leave his wife and children at home. He had overheard the detectives at the office talking about it. Hayley listened in to their conversations from time to time as he aspired to become a detective someday. Top Brass was aware of it and, since he was good at his job, had been letting him work his way towards it. That’s why he was sent to respond to this possible sighting. He absently placed a free hand on his police baton and he reached into his pocket to pull out a photo.

Lyra didn’t like the police, her nerves would be on edge. Getting arrested would ruin everything but she hadn’t done anything wrong. That would help her nerves just a little, although she would still be tempted to bolt at the first opportunity, somehow she’d manage to steady herself enough to hear the cop out, she would even be cooperative. Maybe she’d even be able to get the good cop vibe from him.

“Maybe you’ve seen this man around?” Officer Hayley asked? In his hand he held a driver’s-license photograph. The man depicted was maybe in his mid-20’s and had hollow-looking eyes. Suddenly a call came in on the radio Hayley wore on his belt. “Please hold on a second.”

He listened intently to the radio, two dead in an alley nearby. In fact, the alley was just a block up. Lyra would hear about it over the radio, but the code would prevent her from really understanding what was said. Officer Hayley thought for a moment then looked at the girl- it was really close by… He considered her earlier nervousness. At the least he still wanted to finish his questioning. He put the photo away and sighed. Internally, he was already hardening himself for what he was going to see.

“Okay, Miss, you aren’t under arrest but I just got a call I need to respond to. I’d like to finish this up so would you mind coming with me? It isn’t far.” If she disagreed he would ask for her information so that he’d be able to get a detective in touch with her to question her, there was no way she didn’t see something, being so close to where an incident occurred. Then again maybe there was no connection between the call and the deaths but Officer Hayley’s gut told him otherwise.


5:21 P.M.
"Walking is fine."
“Okay, that works.” Elliot responded, he liked walking and it saved him a couple bucks. “It definitely would be nice if everyone could see the beauty in the world. I mean there’s so much people just walk by.” This was definitely turning into a good day. “What’s your home like?” He asked, hoping he wasn’t prying too much. He was genuinely interested in getting to know her more but he was worried about coming off as creepy.

The crowds continued to surge around them as they moved; Elliot’s apartment was only two blocks over. There was no feeling of personal space or privacy in N.Y.C. It was like people were aware of it but had just sort of accustomed themselves to it and upon doing so ignored it. People worked and lived in very close quarters and somehow this seemed to harden people- the weirdest things happened here and they were allowed to happen because people went to lengths to ignore them. Yet they pretended they didn’t, this strange dynamic came out in very strange ways. Elliot realized he had gotten a little lost in thought before he noticed they were nearing his favorite older building.

“Look up ahead, you see that building?” Elliot pointed in the direction of the building he was thinking of earlier. If he squinted he was able to make out the falcon’s nest on the 3rd gargoyle in.

“It’s one of my favorite buildings. I mean all of the old buildings still standing in the City are so beautiful, but that one is my favorite for some reason.” He smiled at the Piercey; she would make a good subject for a drawing if she was willing. Elliot like to bring out all of the hidden beauty in things and he felt that there was quite a bit of hidden beauty in Piercey. Elliot liked observing things, because the more layers he peeled back, the more that was revealed. He had a feeling Piercey was able to relate to that.
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I looked at the officer when he asked if I would come with him. I was reluctant, bordering on panicked when he said that, but I knew that if I refused, I would be arrested.

"Alright." I hunched my shoulders, trying to keep my calm. When he opened the door for me, my amount of panic leapt up. I felt my breathing hitch and couldn't keep my movements from being jerky and anxious. "Can I have the window down?" I asked, knowing that I would need fresh air if I wasn't going to completely flip out.

As the car pulled away with me inside, I shifted restlessly in the seat. I felt cooped up, and in danger.
"People assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect, but *actually* from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint - it's more like a big ball of wibbly wobbly... time-y wimey... stuff."

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