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herb-whump · 3 years

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Summer Job

I'm dying its 2 am god help me

Taglist: @albino-whumpee @torture-as-lovely-as-you

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CW/ manipulation and abuse mentions and threats, slight rape mention

Mikołaj went to sleep finally, squeezing himself next to the mattress on the hard floor. It wasn't pleasant, and he always woke up a little cranky afterward.

- Honey. - A familiar voice woke him up for good. It was his mom, softly smiling at him - I made breakfast... it's not much but you still gotta eat something.

- Okay... - Mikołaj sighed, blushing a bit. His mom still treated him like a little boy sometimes.

He sat down at the table next to his little brother. There wasn't much for breakfast. Some buns bought on the end of the day sale, with cheese and tomatoes, and cheap black tea to drink. Mikołaj looked down at the cup, the water was muddy, it wasn't of the best quality around these parts of the city.

- thank you, mom... For the breakfast - he smiled a little and the woman nodded. - I have to go to work soon so I probably won't eat a lot.

- But it's Sunday, I thought you would stay home today. - Magda frowned - You already work too hard during the week. You should get some rest.

- I was hoping we would go hang out today...! - his brother pouted, not happy.

- Mom, Tymek, I have to, and it's not a big job either. I will try to be back sooner today, I promise.

Magda wouldn't push her son anymore to stay, so she just sighed with a pained expression.

He ate one bun and drank the tea as fast as he could. Got a change of clothes and left the house, with a simple "I love you" while leaving. A man from another block of flats said he will pay him for repairing his shower. The man was an acquaintance of his. While they weren't friends, they talked a bit, and Mikołaj accidentally confessed to having this dire situation with money.

He knocked on the front door, to soon be greeted by the man. His name was Josef, and he was a middle-aged man, with short brown hair and round glasses. A kind face and from what Mikołaj could gather, he was a father to two kids, and after a divorce.

- Here you are! I was waiting for you. - Josef chuckled softly and invited the boy inside, showing him what was wrong with the shower, which Mikołaj started working on almost immediately - You know Miko, You need quick money right?

- Yeah, kinda... - Mikołaj bit his lip. - stupid shower head...

- Listen here, I know this guy, he has a work agency. He mostly hires young strong men like you, you work abroad, and earn much more this way. Usually only for about a month or two.

- w-wait really? - Mikołaj stopped for a bit. It sounded... A little shady to say the least. But he did worse things and if a kind father is recommending this, maybe it's actually a good opportunity. - Can you give me the guy's number? I will call him today if I can.

- Sure thing Miko. - The man smiled.

After finally fixing the shower, Josef wrote down the man's number on a piece of paper, paid Mikołaj, and sent him home. But before he returned to his mom and brother, the boy sat down at a secluded bench in the local park. He stared intensely at the number Josef wrote down. He was still debating if he should call it. But he didn't have many options at this point. He slowly put the number in his phone and rang.

- Good evening, how can I help you? - the voice belonged to a young woman, it was calm and soft.

- Uhm... Good evening. I've heard of job offerings in this agency. My friend, Josef recommended I call.

- Ah! Yes, yes! Of course! So you will need to send us your resume and talk in person of course - The woman explained everything

Except what the job abroad actually was. But Mikołaj didn't think much of it. If it made money and wasn't prostitution, he was in.

It was some time for the in-person meeting to happen, but it wasn't at all what the boy had imagined.

The man sitting before him was not much older than Mikołaj himself, 30 at most, but Mikołaj gave him 26. He had dark black messy hair, medium length. Brown eyes and wore sunglasses on his head. Golden chains on his neck and other expensive jewelry. He looked rich, to say the least. Not to mention the place of the meeting. Almost empty office room, in a freshly built business complex. Most of the spaces in it were just put out to be rented.

- Hi Mikołaj. - The man spoke up with a giggly, yet deep voice - You can call me Vasya. You're just going to sign those papers and you're hired for the month. If all goes well maybe we will hire you for a month more. - He slid a few papers on the table.

- N-no questions? I thought this was an interview... I mean don't get me wrong please, I'm just really surprised. - He chuckled nervously, slowly looking down at the papers.

- No questions. I think your resume said enough and just from looking at you, I think you will be a great fit. We need healthy, strong young men. It will be a physically taxing job but you wrote you did many jobs like that.

- I guess... - With shaky hands he took the papers in his hands, trying to comprehend what he was actually signing. But seeing the pay, stated at the end was enough to make him stop reading, and just take the pen. He signed it, never asking any more questions. This much money will get them a better flat and food for sure.

Even if the job was gross or heavily taxing, he will bear it. It's only a month, right? And if it's great, he can work for two months. That would secure their life for a long time.

He came back home with the news and a smile on his face. He burst through the door and hugged his mom tight

- O-oh dear! You got the job I presume. - his mom laughed and tousled his hair with a gentle expression. - I'm just sad you're going to be gone for a month or two.

- Mikołaj! So you're going? Is.. it bad I kinda hoped you wouldn't? You go out every day almost...

- I'm sorry Tymek. I really am. I promise after I come back, we're going to move to a nice place and I'm gonna spend much more time with you. - Mikołaj smiled softly, trying to comfort his little brother.

- I suppose... But you really promise, right? - he noded - Okay. Please call us every day though!

- I will. They will come to pick me up by bus the day after tomorrow, so I have to start packing soon. - the brown-haired boy hugged them both again and went to the other side of the room to search for a bag to pack.

The departure day came soon. It was a warm June morning, Mikołaj was standing at a bus stop near his house, waiting for the work bus to come. Clutching his bag in his hand, he looked up at the bus stop screen for the time. It was a little late, but when he looked away from the clock, the bus was coming from the other street. It stopped and opened its door.

- Mr. Kasperczyk? - The bus driver looked at him suspiciously - Show your ID

- Sure. - Mikołaj nodded and showed his ID, the driver promptly inviting him on board.

He walked into the bus, full of young men, probably not much older than himself. Some sat alone, sulking or sleeping, some laughed together in pairs. Seems normal enough. Mikołaj sat down in an empty seat and tired, pressed his head between the window and the seat, slowly falling asleep, still clutching his bag.

He slept through the whole journey, only the familiar face of Vasya, seemingly his new boss, waking him up.

- Wakey wakey sleepy-head. You all have to settle in your rooms. - He smiled. He had a charming aspect to his demeanor, but it kind of made Mikołaj uneasy. He nodded and stood up.

He wasn't sure how he was supposed to treat Vasya, so he'd rather avoid him.

- I will visit all of you in the evening after dinner, okay? - Vasya waved them goodbye and jumped right back into the bus. Was he on it the whole time and Mikołaj didn't notice? Maybe.

The boy looked around. The building was clearly a worker hotel but didn't look too cheap. It looked cozy, and the receptionist informed them they had all separate rooms. She also gave them the keys, and information regarding breakfast and dinner hours. It was all provided for. Mikołaj got a room on the second floor. He opened the wooden door, to see a comfortable-looking room, it was small, smaller than their already small flat but it was more than enough for him. The bed had a birch wooden frame, it was made, and covered with a soft beige blanket. Next to it was a big window and a nightstand, and a wardrobe, all made from birch to fit with the bed. The bathroom was also private. the door was on the right of the entrance, it was also pretty tiny, but it had a shower, toilet, and a sink, all relatively clean, so what more could he ask for?

Mikołaj put the bag down next to the bed and sent a quick text to his mom that he got there safely, and first taking off his shoes, he laid down on the bed. It was soft... and so comfortable. He cracked a little smile, he will buy a similar bed for himself when he gets back for sure. No more back pain and cranky mornings. He could lay in this bed for an eternity... almost forgetting what he was actually here for. Work. Physical work at that.

He rolled around on the bed until dinner time came around. It was probably the first time in forever he would eat an actual dinner, usually, it was just lunch, sometimes breakfast. The boy jumped from the bed and stretched a little.

- Foood... - He smiled, his belly growling from just a thought.

The dining room was pretty small, for sure all of the workers from the bus did not end up in the same hotels. He looked around. The tables were for two, max five people, and it was a buffet. A buffet... all you can eat one. Ah, how he wished it was like this every day at home. Or that at least he could share with his family but alas.

The buffet tables were filled with food, it wasn't the most expensive kind, but it made mikołaj salivate at the mere thought. Sausages, bread and a toaster for it, tomatoes, cucumbers, eggs, and different jams, cereals, and porridge, fresh fruit, coffee, tea... It was a feast for Mikołaj, and afterward, he returned to his room, full, completely forgetting the visit from Vasya was supposed to happen. So he was relaxing in his room until a knock snapped him out of the light mood.

- Yes?

- It's me. I said I'd come. - It was the man's voice, giggly as always. Mikołaj opened the door and let him in. - You probably want to know what is the job right. - he chuckled a bit, and closed the door, yet still positioning himself as if he was guarding the door.

- well... Yeah, and when do we start? - Miko sat down on the bed again, staring intensely at Vasya. - It's not like prostitution is it?

- No, we wouldn't trick you into prostitution, oh my! - Yet his face looked suspiciously calm. - But you would be surprised what people pay for nowadays. Good money! Tell me little Miko, you're probably used to being beaten up huh?

Mikołaj's face turned white, and he gulped, feeling increasingly uncomfortable. He knew just from looking at him, didn't he? Or was it the giant barely healed wound on his eye the giveaway. Either way, the boy didn't like it one bit.

- What do you mean? - He finally spits out, not looking at Vasya anymore.

- It's simple, people pay for getting one of you, for ten hours, to do whatever they like. The rules are simple, no fatal injuries or rape, or else they deal with me and that's not going to be pleasant. I'm not a monster, I wouldn't let random people actually hurt you! - He said with a grin. - If customers like you, you get paid more usually. You can also agree to do sexual things but you don't have to. It actually doesn't pay that much around these parts.

- So you... You send us to be basically abused for ten hours and you pay us for it. What... What the fuck is wrong with you?

- Careful with those words, pretty boy. - the grin disappeared from the man's face, sending a chill down Mikołaj's spine. - You don't have a choice anymore. You signed your fate away for at least a month! If you break the contract, this family of yours will probably end up on the street soon. Time is ticking, you better do something. I'm giving you a generous offer!

- Sh-shut it. - He bit his lip. Vasya was right, they were on the verge of homelessness. - Okay. It... it's only one month.

- If they like you and you agree maybe tw-

- I know! Fine, holy shit, I will do it! Just... Send the money directly to my family alright?

- Will do that. I hope you stay for longer little Miko! Ah, you have an appointment already tomorrow, at noon, you will be escorted by a taxi from here. Good night and good luck! - He smiled and left the perplexed boy in his room.

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chill-that-ur-inmyhead · 3 years

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Are you currently wearing anything red?

my red nail polish

Have you had a deep conversation with anyone today?

nope

What would you say is the most disgusting thing you’ve ever tasted?

not a fan of christmas pudding but would I say its the most disgusting thing ever? hmmm probs not maybe I need to try more foods and get back to you

What was the last food you got a random craving for?

toast, but that is a daily occurrence

Has anyone/anything made you angry recently?

yes.... I arranged to stay with my friend for a weekend to which she announces that she has also arranged for another one of her friends to stay. So instead of telling her friend that she’s busy, this friend is gonna crash and it made me angry because I wanted to spend the weekend with her, I don’t mind meeting her friends but now they’re gonna be there 24/7. I made my peace with it now

Who did you last go to the cinema with?

probs the same friend mentioned above haha

What was the last song that got stuck in your head?

Little Big Town - Better Man

When was the last time you listened to it?

the other day

Who was the last person to say something thought-provoking?

my friend questioned our group if we think we’re fat phobic so we had an open discussion about it and it got us thinking

On your Facebook friends list, who was the last person to have their b-day?

who knows

How old were they?

probs 22 or 23

What did you/are you having for dinner tonight?

I had steak, yum

Is your best friend in a relationship?

I have a few close friends, some are dating and some aren’t, tis a mixture

How old were you 5 years ago?

What is something you enjoy doing, but aren’t good at?

dancing, hehe

Who was the last person you talked to, whose name started with ‘C’?

probs Cara :)

What colour are that person’s eyes?

brown

Name some healthy foods that you enjoy eating.

CUCUMBER FOREVER

What is your favourite Studio Ghibli film?

hmm haven’t seen many Studio Ghibli films but Howl’s Moving Castle was a rollercoaster, note to self: watch more Studio Ghibli creations

Do you have a favourite hair accessory? What does it look like?

yes and no, I love using sunglasses or normal glasses to push my hair back so its both a hair accessory and isn’t

What’s your favourite type of insect?

one that leaves me alone

What’s your LEAST favourite type of insect?

slugs

Who was the last person you Facebook messaged?

Laura!

What’s his/her favourite food?

I do not know haha

Did you have a good day yesterday? What did you do?

hmmm it was a stressful day, my dad and brother were driving up to join us for my grandad’s 90th over the weekend but they broke down on the M1 and took the car back to home in a lorry. mum was stressed and I was sad that we wouldn’t have use of our car to travel back in

When was the last time you went to a fancy dress party?

have I ever? maybe when I was like 10

Who/what did you dress as?

witch?

What genre was the last film you watched? Did you like it?

FANTASY - I re watched Narnia Prince Caspian and oh wow

Have you made a sandwich today? What did you put on it?

nope I had a salad

Do you remember the last time you overheard part of a random conversation?

nope, I do like to eavesdrop but can never remember what I hear

Did it make you feel awkward?

nah, I doubt it

What were you doing at 10 o'clock this morning?

showering

How many vowels are there in your first name?

What was the last song you listened to? Does it mean anything to you?

Taylor Swift - right where you left me. It reminds me of my last relationship and it’s literally just ONE moment it reminds me of because the song is about the narrator being left at the restaurant and I can just vividly see the moment when my partner and I went for korean bbq. He didn’t leave me at the restaurant and I don’t know why the song would remind me of that moment besides it being at a restaurant. Crazy how taylor works her magic

What flavour was the last cupcake you ate?

tomorrow evening I’ll be able to tell you because we have cupcakes for my Grandad’s 90th :)

When was the last time you complimented a stranger?

in a pandemic? pfffttt hardly spoken to anyone let alone a stranger

What’s your favourite milkshake flavour?

nutella and oreo

Have you had an interesting or amusing dream recently?

nope they’re all stressful and weird

Do you know how old your favourite actor is?

Is there anything worrying you right now?

yes

If so, have you talked to anyone about it?

I want to but I just can’t bring myself to

Is there anything you desperately want, that you can’t have?

bread

When will you next see your best friend?

a couple weeks time but we keep in touch every day

Apart from sleeping, what do you plan to do tonight?

read

What’s the age difference between your parents?

5 years

You can only have one flavour of ice-cream for the rest of your life. Which do you choose?

chocolate always

Are there any foods you’ve been craving, or eating a lot of, just recently?

I always crave yoghurt so situation normal there

When was the last time you wanted to do something, but didn’t do it?

I wanted to drive my dad and brother back from the station

Why did you choose not to do it?

I knew it would cause a fight with my mum so I let it go

When was the last time you ate an apple?

within the last week for sure

What’s the nicest thing your best friend has ever said to you?

it’s not something they say once it’s more that they keep coming back to say more nice things :)

Have you ever experienced a hangover?

yep

What was the last food or drink that you tried for the first time?

blood orange gin

Did you like it?

yes

What do your friends think of the person you’re currently interested in?

I’m not interested in anyone rn

Name one of your favourite foods, that starts with the letter ’S’

sausage!!!!

The last time you hung out with your sibling(s), what did you do?

waited for my parents in the car whilst our parents went food shopping

Who was the last blue-eyed person you spoke to?

padre

Is there a person you’d like to speak to right now?

I hope to get a response from Rena soon but I can wait

Why that person, specifically?

She has organised a party and I need more details haha

When you woke up this morning, what was on your mind?

It is spider season :/

At this moment, what are you most looking forward to?

CAKE (for my grandad’s 90th bday) and ofc seeing the extended family

Do you have any scented candles in your home? What scent(s)?

I do, sea salt, bergamot & another one from & other stories

Are you planning any special outings with family or friends?

YES my grandad’s bday dinner is tomorrow

Who were the last 3 males you talked to?

my padra, mon frere and Yao

Do you ever wear lipstick? What colour(s) do you prefer?

either nudes or deep reds, difficult to not look like a clown in the latter, that is always the fear

If you have a pet, when did you last pet him/her?

I don’t :(

Do you have a favourite Celine Dion song?

nope

Name one of your favourite foods, that starts with the letter ‘C’

chicken!

Does the person you love/like have a car? What colour is it?

I’m sure Timothee Chalamet does not sure what colour

Have you ever received a compliment on anything you’re wearing?

yes

Have you had any caffeinated beverages today?

nope

What was the last alcoholic drink you tried for the first time?

blood orange gin

Did you like it?

yes

Have you eaten any chocolate today? What kind?

so much

The last person you kissed - are they older or younger than you?

older

When was the last time someone wanted you to do something, and you refused?

mum wanted me to not have so much smoothie but I wanted the smoothie haha

What’s your favourite feature of the person you’re currently interested in?

nobody right now but I always notice a nice smile and kind eyes

How many people have you hugged today?

loads! twas my grandad’s 90th bday - we had the whole family come to celebrate

Do you have a favourite hair colour or eye colour on your preferred sex?

I don’t

Do you remember the first CD you ever bought?

it was probably taylor swift’s 1989 album. If it was the first CD I ever bought I dont know but I sure remember buying multiple copies of 1989 to get the polaroid collection

Is there anyone on your mind atm?

not in particular

The last song you listened to - does it remind you of anyone?

nope

Is your birth year an odd or even number?

odd

Have you eaten any of your favourite foods today?

CAKE!

What did you have for lunch yesterday?

fish finger salad!! I hope I’m never too old for fish fingers

Who was the last person you Facebook messaged?

Laura

How many different towns/cities have you lived in?

What are your parents’ middle names?

Steven & Anne

Are your eyes the same colour as your sibling’s?

nope

How many pets do you have? Would you like any more?

I don’t have any! we used to have bunnies and I would love some more again

Do you prefer still or sparkling drinks?

depends on the mood

Is there a song you can’t stop listening to atm?

Little Big Town’s Better Man is on repeat rn

Did you have a strange or interesting dream last night?

nope

Which friend do you confide in most?

I kinda tell the world my problems hehe

Who was the first male you talked to today? What colour are his eyes?

either my dad or brother, dad has blue eyes, brother has brown

Are you wearing any accessories in your hair? Describe them.

nope

When was the last time you felt ill? What was wrong?

I caught this WEIRD bug that would just make me feel awful all of a sudden and then drained my energy. It was unlike anything I’ve ever felt it made me miss the normal cold

If given the chance, would you change anything that’s happened today?

the food came later than expected so I would change how much breakfast I had

Who was your first best friend? Do you still speak to that person?

nope

Do you like your middle name, or does it embarrass you?

It fits my name

Are you wearing anything that was given to you as a gift?

nope

Have you received any compliments about your appearance today?

yes! my auntie said I looked like a doll and how much I’ve grown since we last saw each other!

Have you ever written a song or poem for someone special?

nope

Have you ever had an argument with the last person you text messaged?

probably

What colour is your shampoo bottle?

pink

Are you attracted to the last person you Facebook messaged?

she is wonderful but I am not attracted to her in that way haha

Do you have any ice-cream in your freezer? What flavour is it?

chocolate & raspberry

Have you spoken to any of your neighbours today?

nope

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lia-jones · 4 years

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Growing Pains - Chapter Twenty Six - The Rube Goldberg Trap

Author’s Note: Writing this first part was probably simultaneously the most scary and delightful I had done in my life. Finishing it was like the end of an era. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did writing, and if you did, please let me know. Your words and support are my bread and butter, and you have no idea how brighter my day becomes when I hear from you. So, it’s see you later, for now. Second part will be coming out soon! Lots of love!

Since I can remember, I have been fascinated with Rube Goldberg machines, even before I knew what they were called. A Rube Goldberg machine is also known as a chain reaction machine, which is basically a complicated contraption that requires a certain number of actions, one always leading to another, to obtain a single, usually very simple, purpose. It’s inventor, Rube Goldberg, invented them for comic purposes, but I was fascinated by how it seemed to represent the way fate affects our lives, should such a thing exist.

Because if fate was a real thing, there was a reason why I quit the piano and decided to take Economics instead. And my change of career led to me meeting Daniel, and falling in love with him. Which, of course, led to the abuse, and me coming to Loveland to change my life. Simultaneously, that also led to me taking my doctorate, as well as my internship in LFG, and meeting Victor.

If fate was a real thing, there was a reason why my car broke down in the middle of the main avenue that rainy night, and a reason for Victor to stop and help me instead of moving along. There was a reason for him to startle me in the coffee room and make me spill coffee all over myself, because otherwise he wouldn’t have asked for me to present my own reports, and I wouldn’t have argued with him and wouldn’t have tried to quit the job, and Victor would’ve gone to Creekwood by himself, and we wouldn’t get to know each other, or fall in love.

Of course, believing in fate is always a nice thought. Even if we make mistakes, we can say it was fate. It was meant to be that way, because if we didn’t mess up, this or that wouldn’t have happened. Even the faultiest of actions can be seen as part of the Rube Goldberg machine, and we can cut ourselves some slack. It is faulty when we look at it closely. But if we look at the bigger picture, after the complicated contraption does its job, it fits perfectly. Its purpose is clear.

Unless, of course, the contraption leads to an unwanted result. That is a new kind of scary.

My presence in that fashion show seemed to be the push on the button of another Rube Goldberg machine, leading to a series of events, and I still couldn’t put my finger on all of them. As far as I was concerned, the contraption was still in motion, one event leading to the other. It began at the show, which probably caused a paparazzi to see me, which piqued the interest of that reporter who wrote the article, which lead to… this.

The morning after the article, I spoke with the Dean, reassuring her that the situation would be dealt with. Since Victor Lee was one of the people involved, she was relieved almost immediately, knowing he wouldn’t possibly let anything escape his watchful eye. After my classes and a brief meeting with my research team, I headed to LFG to meet the lawyers, and see what could be done about this whole thing.

I arrived at LFG to find Victor already in the conference room with the lawyers.

“Gentleman, please inform Miss Jones of what you believe we should do.” Victor ordered as I sat down. He was in CEO mode, bossy, poker face in place.

“We believe we may sue them for violation of privacy.” One of them turned to me. “Your abuse is a serious matter, and we can allege that the fact that they interviewed your abuser actually gave him the idea to try to reconnect with you.”

“Oh my God. Please don’t remind me.” I held my head between my hands.

Victor gave me a reassuring look. It made me feel safer, and I relaxed.

“We have to say, however, this may not work.” The other lawyer advised. “But the consequences of a lawsuit, even if the publisher is deemed not guilty of the charges, will be disastrous for them. We are talking about legal expenses, long days in court, not to mention no one will want to have anything to do with the company that crossed LFG’s CEO.”

“They will lose all their investors and go bankrupt.” I concluded. They all nodded, apparently pleased that I understood it. “But is this just a threat, or are we really going to go through with it?”

“Your choice.” Victor offered. “Whatever you decide, it’s final.”

“If we go through with this, if we press charges, my abuse will be discussed to no end, right?”

They all nodded.

“I don’t want that. And I have no intention of sending hundreds of people to unemployment either. I just want this to go away and maybe to send a warning that my personal business is off-limits.”

The lawyers all looked at Victor for approval. He gave them a small nod.

Suddenly, the door to the conference room opened, and an elegant tall man in his 60’s entered, his expression unsmiling and unforgiving. That expression alone would be a dead giveaway to who he was, if I hadn’t seen his picture in Victor’s biography. It was Victor’s father, Gregory Lee. Goldman followed shortly after him, a panicked expression on his face. And everyone in the room, except for me and Victor, were immediately affected by his presence, looking all uncomfortable and suddenly ceremonious.

Mr. Lee senior turned to the lawyers, speaking like he was actually their boss and ran the whole company himself.

“I need a moment alone with my son. Make yourselves busy elsewhere.”

Without another word, they quickly left the room, practically bowing to the man. The more I looked at him, the more I saw the resemblance in Victor. It was like he was a younger version of his father… except maybe for the eyes. The elder man turned to me.

“Did you not hear me? Leave.”

I looked at him, wondering what chip he had on his shoulder to be so rude. Victor intervened.

“Father, this is-“

“I know exactly who she is.” Mr. Lee interrupted, annoyed. “Her face is all over the tabloids.”

“What exactly are you doing here?” Victor asked, showing slight annoyance.

“I came to Loveland on business.” Gregory answered, sitting down. “Imagine my disappointment when one of my assistants brings me a copy of one of those dirty tabloids, featuring my son and… her.”

“I don’t see why is that any of your business.” Victor stated, cool as a cucumber.

“Ungrateful child.” The father spoke, his tone severe. “What do you think you are doing? Is that how you take care of our name, of your reputation? By getting yourself infatuated and letting our name be dragged through the mud? First it was that producer, now this? You’re too much of a fool, always acting on your romantic whims. Look at her. She has no family name, no worth of her own. Are you really considering continuing our bloodline with this girl? With a filthy immigrant?”

“I’m sorry, I won’t let you disrespect me like that!” I stood up.

“Someone should put a muzzle on you.” Victor’s father warned.

“Someone should try.” I retorted, letting him know with my eyes I was not scared of him.

“Enough!” I heard Victor say. “You said your piece. Now leave.” He got up, and walked to the door, opening it.

Gregory Lee walked proudly towards the door. He stopped by Victor, shooting a little more venom.

“I’m glad your mother isn’t here to see this. She would be ashamed of you.” And with that he left.

Victor looked like he took a major blow to the stomach. His eyes were red, his jaw clenching in anger. I had never seen him this vulnerable. He closed the door behind his father, and for a moment I was almost afraid to go to him, fearing he would break under my touch. He looked so fragile. It was evident that Victor’s tender spot was his father… and the mention of his mother.

He leaned against the frosted glass panels of the conference room, taking a deep breath, gathering himself. He was still the same Victor, standing tall and looking dignified, but at the same time, something about him looked frail, unhinged, shaken. I stood before him, massaging his shoulders softly.

He immediately took me in his arms, and held as tight as he could, taking a deep breath. Victor has held me so many times, trying to keep me safe or soothe me, but this was different. This was for his sake. He was the one seeking comfort this time, trying to steady himself. It almost felt like he was recharging.

“I’m sorry for this.” Victor finally spoke, sounding more like his usual self.

“No, I’m the one who’s sorry. I really am sorry. I know he’s your father, but he’s an ass. And he has no right to just waltz in and disrespect you.”

Victor let out another sigh.

“Don’t worry, I’m used to it.” He said, looking at me, but not letting me go out of his grip. “I told you, we don’t get along well.”

“You are a good man, Victor. You are.” I said, hoping my words would sound as honest as they were. He gave me a soft kiss, his lips lingering on mine.

“Let’s go home. I had enough of this day.” Victor gathered his things to leave.

The problem with contraptions like a Rube Goldberg machine is that, if you don’t see the bigger picture, you won’t know what it will lead to until the very end. You just see the dominoes falling, and the ball rolling, and the hourglass turning, and the hammer hitting it, allowing the sand in it to be slowly poured into a bowl supported by a very fragile string that can break at any moment.

All I knew was that my study was compromised, my career was in jeopardy, my abuse was out for the world to see, and Victor was fighting with his father. All of this was weighing on me like the sand in the bowl, and I was terrified to find out what would happen should the fragile string break.

Victor and I sat on the sofa in his living room, nursing our glasses of whiskey, both lost in thought. The world had decided to throw its entire weight on our shoulders, and for the first time in a long time, I didn’t feel strong enough to bear it. I couldn’t help but think this was all my fault. It was all a curse I seemed to carry, and I couldn’t get rid of it, no matter how hard I tried. Now it was affecting Victor as well. It broke my heart to see him hurt like that… because of me.

Victor seemed to read my mind, as he held my hand and spoke in a more upbeat tone.

“You know what we need?” He said, getting up and pulling me with him. “A distraction. Let me cook you something.”

I gladly took the suggestion. We gathered around his kitchen island, preparing ingredients, and at some point all those problems seemed so far away that it was almost funny that they existed. We were just there, living in the moment, enjoying the banter, having fun. We would get through this. We had each other.

And then the doorbell rang. With a heavy sigh, Victor went to open it.

“Mia?” I heard him say from the hallway. “What are you doing here?”

It was my turn to sigh heavily. What was she doing here?

I didn’t understand her reply, but I noticed the voices were starting to get closer and closer. I prepared my serene smile.

“Wait in the kitchen with Andrea, I’ll check in my office.” I heard Victor say.

And there she was, wearing a blue summer dress, looking chirpy and innocent as always.

“Oh, Souvenir food?” She eyed the counter, and all the ingredients on it, curiously.

“Not sure it can qualify as Souvenir food, since we are both preparing it.” I said, as I put some onions to fry in a skillet.

“I miss my days cooking with Victor in Souvenir.” She reminisced. “But I have to say I learned a lot, at least now I can make edible food for Gavin. I was helpless in the kitchen, back in the day.”

My heart sank at the thought of Victor and Mia together, sharing the same moments I just shared with him.

“You used to cook with Victor for Souvenir?” I asked, trying to look impassive.

“I was there all the time!” She beamed. “I’m sure Victor told you, we know each other from way back! The restaurant was named after a memory we shared as kids! Well, one of the happy ones, the whole kidnapping and being in captivity for years isn’t one we want to keep, right?”

I held tight to the counter, my mind reeling. First, he clearly opened the restaurant in her honor, and that made my heart pang. Second, what did she mean, kidnapping? And captivity? This time, I couldn’t keep a straight face, and Mia grew worried.

“Are you feeling alright? You look pale, all of a sudden.” I didn’t reply, I could feel the ground moving under my feet. I focused on a spot on the counter, trying to steady myself.

“What’s the matter? Andrea?” I heard Victor’s voice as he came closer, his hands resting on my shoulders. I discretely shrugged his touch away. Mia didn’t notice, but Victor clearly did.

“Mia, the files you asked for are in that envelope. You don’t need me to see you out, do you?” I heard Victor say, his voice tense.

“No, it’s fine. Feel better, Andrea, okay?”

I nodded, wanting to make her go away as soon as possible. After a while, I heard the door close. I wondered how long it would take her to leave the building so I could leave as well, unnoticed. I released my grip from the counter and walked to the living room to get my phone. Victor followed me.

“Can you fill me in on what just happened?” Victor asked, simultaneously confused and annoyed.

“Why did you close Souvenir, Victor?” I faced him, giving him an accusatory look. “And don’t tell me it was because of Mr. Mills, because I know it wasn’t. It was because of her, wasn’t it? It didn’t make sense to keep it open, because she married another guy.”

Victor froze, his expression slightly panicked. I continued my tirade.

“What about your kidnapping? And being held captive for years? My trauma was spread all over Loveland, and you can’t bother sharing yours? I have to learn about it through your ex?”

“She is not my ex! We never had anything! I don’t even understand why you are so obsessed with her, she’s married! She’s off-limits!” Victor exploded.

“Oh, I’m painfully aware of that! If she was single you wouldn’t even look at me. She was nothing to you and still you shared all your life with her, opened a restaurant for her! Yet I sleep in your bed, practically share a life with you, and I’m kept in the dark. I’m the lesser evil. Why would you want me to move here in the first place?” My eyes were filled with tears. Victor’s were filled with anger.

“Don’t make this about me, you know this is not about me.” He fought back. “This is about your unwillingness to commit! This is about you not wanting to stand by my side and fight. I may not be verbal about a lot of things, Andrea, but I do notice them. And the moment that I asked you to move in, you’ve been evasive. You’re terrified to do this. I know that things went sour when you and Daniel moved in, but I’m not Daniel! And it disgusts me to be compared to him! I have been nothing but supportive! And I wonder if you truly want my support, because the minute things get hard, you look for reasons to walk away! Things got hard back in Portugal, and you ran to Loveland! You must be mentally packing by now!”

“Don’t act like you understand what I’ve been through! And don’t you dare use my abuse against me!” I almost screamed. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so enraged with Victor, and I could see him losing it too. And it was all so unfair! I was risking everything I fought so hard for just to be with him.

Victor paused, noticing he was indeed touching a very sensitive subject. He moved closer, but didn’t touch me, using his pleading eyes to connect with me.

“You’re giving up on us, Andrea. Don’t do this because things are getting harder. We can still solve this together.”

“Things are more than hard, Victor. My career is on the line, my trauma is juicy gossip, you haven’t been honest with me about your past. And some things can’t be solved. Did you tell your father the filthy immigrant can’t actually give him grandchildren? Did you ever consider it yourself? That you may want a child someday and I can’t give it to you? Maybe some things are just meant to crash and burn. Maybe we should cut our losses and call it a day.”

I could see the pain in Victor’s eyes when I spoke those last words. It mirrored the pain I felt when I said them. We had different opinions on that matter. As his history with Mia clearly showed, Victor would go to extreme lengths for something that really mattered to him, and I was one to pick my battles. The approaches were different, but both were right. They just weren’t compatible. Maybe Victor genuinely loved me and would stay strong by my side, but I couldn’t bear to make him go through so much hell.

Victor however, headstrong as he was, only saw his side of the equation, the only right side, in his opinion. And I understand he felt rejected. In retrospect, I also understand why the look in his eyes turned from pain to icy cold rage.

“Fine.” He said, his expression defying me, the wall put in place between us. “If you want to leave, then leave. Maybe your infertility is a silver lining, at least you’ll never leave a child behind when things get rough. Abandoning them like you are doing to me right now.”

I didn’t register the seconds that followed his statement, as I acted out of pure rage and instinct. I could only conclude what I had done when I felt my right hand tingle and saw Victor’s face turned to the side, his eyes closed, my fingers printed on his cheek.

I stood for a moment, wondering if it had been just a nightmare. Victor finally opened his eyes and looked at me, and the pain I saw in them was so deep that I couldn’t help but sob in desperation.

I couldn’t believe what had just happened. But it had happened. There was no way we could take it back.

Without a word, I gathered my things, tears streaming down my face, and walked to the door. Victor stood where he was, I didn’t expect him to follow me. Things had gone way too far.

That’s the thing with chain reaction machines, you are so distracted watching the contraption work, that you forget that you can actually stop it. Our relationship had just exploded in the ugliest of ways. The fragile string supporting the bowl had broken, and sand was spilled everywhere.

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'How was I suppose to know?! You were my first case!’

Author’s note:

So, once upon a time there was a @yussuna, who gives the idea of a fanfic/drawing challengue to a crazy writer called Kanene.

Since them thing went down a downhill.

And then this story born! Yaaaaaaaaay!!!

Okay xDD. But, seriously, this is one of the works I am most proud for, and I really, really would appreciate if you give this a shot. It is very crazy and random, I have to admit, but it has a golden heart.

XDDD

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* This is a totally original story! Who would knew I still knowing how to write it! :D

* This is a SFW oneshot. ^w^)b

* I need to warning for blood (kind of?), cutting and use of electricity as weapon. Nothing very detailed, though.

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! Any and every advice is very very welcome! Please give me your opinion! \(-w-)/

* Something around 4.000 words.

* Portuguese version (Brazilian’s one) coming soon (Provavelmente vai ser só de noite pq eu preciso sair agora, enton, desculpaa!)! Thankys for reading, my lollipops! Have a incredible week! Eat cucumbers and hug an a guardian angel!

[ ~*~]

“You need to stop staring me while I sleep, it’s terrifying.”

“Correction: Guard. And request denied. My system has been updated to not open a slightest infinitesimal loophole possible for you to escape.”

“Urg. You guys, ‘perfect’ guards, are SO exaggerated. - The freckled started to walk in slow steps to the kitchen, tossing his shirt to the couch, being followed by the dark as chocolate skinned, who frowned his face to the neglect with the garment lying faint in the furniture, his impeccable posture almost undoing in disbelief as heard the other’s words.

“Pardon me, exaggerated?!”

Like a movie, they both saw the memories going by as a bittersweet trailer in their own minds: The guard enjoying the calm morning silence and the sweet aroma from the first batch of delicacies being deliciously baked in the nearest bakery in the exact sun rise, receiving greetings even from the singing birds. He felt absolutely charged. Calmly opened his eyes, submerging himself in his desire to hum as he blinked a few times, his glare being totally captured for a light movement on the window. His pupils made soft metallic sound as they readjusted to better focus in the scene before him.

Which, for some reason, happened to be the fugitive blatantly falling out from the same, without a single hint of balance or sense of self-preservation as he lifted from the ground and started to fastly run through the yard which surrounded the house, the dolphin patterned pajamas shining with the dirt spots acquired from the garden.

Mathias almost felt moved, even impressed, by the boldness, a feeling that deprived him from his actions for a brief pieces of moments.

Before leaving in a methodical and unbridled career after him.

“I was just practicing my morning run. I need to keep me alive until at least the next decade, preferably.”

“ You clearly was running away.”

“You have no evidence, and I just speak in presence of my lawyer.” Opened his cupboard (his back staring the dark skinned and being a loyal confident for the police officer, who imitated him with gaudy gestures and grimaces) and placed the pan with water on the oven, his eyes meeting the other’s, who already was in his perfect position with erect back and impassive face, his hand rubbing the back of his neck as a slightly signal of embarrassment. “Do you drink pure coffee or with milk?”

“Your devil’s advocate? And I don’t drink coffee, sir.”

“Mathias.” Completed the sentence that had already received its final point with a distracted tune, going towards the blender and filling it with water. Gave an ironic with a drop of amargure, crackle. “I’m not the devil. One of the demons, maybe. From the lowest class. The feathers from a fallen angel, to be honest.”

“ Pardon me?”

“You already live with me. - Guard. - Yeah, yeah. Guard, live, whatever. The thing is, we have been together for five months and you calling me ‘sir’ make me feel old.”

“It’s not in my protocols to call you by your name, sir.”

“ -all powerful, Mathias.” Once again completed the finished sentence.

The guard narrowed his eyes to the grin from the other.

“I’ll keep completing all and any phrase of yours, then.” He poured the milk powder into the water, taking a full spoon just to put it in his mouth. “Chocolate milk, then?”

“I don’t have need to eat, si-” His sentence was interrupted when he noticed the sparkle in the shirtless’ look. “Matheus.”

“Mathias.”

“That was what I said, Matheus.”

This time was his round of receiving the annoyed look, sustaining its with a smile that illuminated the room and almost had his own chorus of heavens by the angelical and (false) innocent tune which he possessed.

“You’re pronouncing it wrong.” Had to blink, the smile was too shiny, even to his standards. He licked his teeth, his lips curling as he didn't break the gaze which he expected to be intimidating. “And you know it.”

“I am an, fluent in more than ten languages, android, sir Matheus. I can assure you that I know how to pronounce a name.”

Silence.

Matheu- Mathias let out a defeated sigh, shaking his head.

“You still haven't answered my question.” Started to mix the powdered coffee in the boiled water, the smell immediately spreading throughout the kitchen and the Perfect Police Officer code 128√e980 controlled his impulse to close his eyes to appreciate it deeply. “And don’t try to sell me this bullshit of ‘I’m an android and I don’t eat and nhenhenhe.’ I’ve already seen you stealing my gingerbreads in the middle of the dawn.” Still mixing the coffee as his had turned 270º degreedes to stare the the android who keep him under surveillance. - So? Chocolate Milk? Tea? Coffee?

The other thanked for his shade of skin that made difficult the perception of how much heated his facial system was; opened his mouth some centímeters, being almost possible to see the synapse powdery working in order to seek an answer on the same level of the half truth and half sincerity teasing tune.

He didn’t find it.

“Chocolate milk.” Quiet murmur, deviated his gaze from the face which turned again to the activity being made, calmly humming.

It took some minutes drowned in silence while breakfast was being served. The police officer decided to help set the table, partly for a fact question of moral and empathy and the other part, more true, being the one which preferred ignore the dance steps, stuffed for the music that now freely flied from his lips, that Mathias risked, almost dropping plenty of times all the drinks on the floor for trusting on an equilibrium which he did not have when it came to floating.

Humans are so weird.

“Uhh. We’re out if breads… You will have to buy more.”

The law enforcement officer blinked once, twice and more three times in disbelief before facing the other.

“Excuse me? Whose house is it?”

“Mine, but I can’t go out, remember? I’m in home prison.” Took a big sip of the not strained coffee.

“Misconception. You can move up to 100 meters from your home in order to perform activities to fulfill basic needs, as supermarketing.”

“Oh, now I see. Do you mean that when I wanted to do my morning run to keep myself healthy and alive this rule never was mentioned, but now when it affects you, suddenly I can have rights and go roaming around?”

“Misconception. You are modificating my words in order to make me accomplish what you want.”

“Rude.”

“The bakery is next to your house.”

Mathias loudly took another sip of coffee, launching to the lively dark eyes an incisive condemnatory look. Few hair strands falling down his face.

“I am not paid for that.” The bright smile one go up, without any smile on lips, which twitched in an annoyed pout, and went grumbling to the prisoner's room to get his wallet, because he didn’t really had a payment.

“Thank you, dear. ~”

Per protocols androids didn’t swore, cursed and neither pronounce threats to any human, in life or not, regardless ofthe situation.

But that didn’t mean that they didn’t thought about it.

[~*~]

Mathias began to receive calls from the gang. He didn’t really gave much details about them, however he always researched a shade of pale skin more and more stronger with each of them. Sometimes the shade took too long to leave. All the numbers were from prepaid cell phones and their tracking always led to a dead end, no surprises from the biggest gang of the perimeter. They got people highly trained and infiltrated in any place. His guard work slowly and yet suddenly, metamorphosed in a protection work, which for some reason managed to calm both.

The robot who never had a name inhaled, observing his own breath being dissipated by the thick and cold drops, which plummeted from the sky in the shape of a majestic storm. It was night. A night without moon and with the only illumination stemming from light poles, automobiles headlights and his night vision. He had administered a dose of sleeping pill in Mathias’ juice, since the sleepless nights started to research a concern and definitely not healthy number. He already had studied each one of the contradictions from the product so as the long hair’s medical record, until know the right amount to use and be sure that it wouldn’t hurt him.

For this he found himself comfortable to enjoy at least for a second the sensation of freedom which he felt for being in the middle of this phenomenon. Closed his eyes and swirled in the same spot a few times, feeling with pleasure the freezing sensation took over his systems together with the wet grass aroma. The world was silent, as if even the nature shut up for a instante to appreciate its beauty.

It was… contagious, it was liberating. In the middle of the storm no one guard him, no protocols holded him, nobody weirdly stared him when he used the verb ‘feel’ and didn’t ignored him as soon they no longer needed his services.

There he was, was…

“NO!!!”

No?

Opened his eyes and three bangs, as little explosions one after another, became present. Few milliseconds after he felt himself fell, a second scream spreading through the air, cutting the calm and fullness he had been in.

Gasping. He was gasping. Weird feeling. Chest tightness. His pupils quickly focused in the form before him.

It had the green and blue colors mixed in small stripes through all his shape. It was bright. Bright enough at the point to completeky extinguish the darkness in the garden at night without satellites or stars. It was-

“MATHIAS??!”

Yes, with his long strands hair bouncing around his face, showing little fins which he had in place of ears; his pajamas hitting and vibrating strongly over his, literally, gleaming skin, whose shine seemed to spread even more with the rain that covered, yet no longer hit, them. He floated, as he always did when was distracted, however this time he seemed to have an established goal, his hand extended in an unknown energy field, apparently of protection, since in it contained two bullet projectiles, while his other hands was pressed in his shoulder which was-

“Shot! You’ve been hit!” Automatically the android connected himself in his Data Network, taking all the possibles and necessaries for the situation. His body impulsed itself, getting up and moving closer to the other, taking off his shirt and tearing it up to make a tourniquet. His gestures were quick and precise, even though his legs shook for a moment when heard the pain interjection, said in the middle of gritted teeths, from his partner. “How?” His glare was suddenly drawn to the three beings who were in attack positions, guns in hand and shining in their chests…

“Distinctives. They got hell of agents infiltrated in the police.” He wanted to tell that his had a surprised tune, or even that he successfully attempted to hide the astonishment in his voice, but that would be a lie. Actually, this was one of his first theories he had when was arrested and, mainly, leaded to home prision. It was for this reason which in the first month he had been so wary and ignorant with the police android.

And now he got a shot for him. He, who would say?

He was sweating, damn, guns of that level din’t even caused a big amount of damage, however they hurted as if the bullet shards was tap dancing and perforating all of his nerves.

“Can’t you attack them?”

“What?!” His eyes widened, for a instant the pain on his shoulder being a little more light that the unbelieving. “I… Look, this shield is the maximum that I can do at the moment!” Talking hurt. Kneeded down and looked away, suddenly ashamed for his actual condition. “My energy is not physiologically capable to convert itself in any offensive device. Sorry, but you’re going to have to deal with the rest.”

The android’s hands shook, even though his expression remained stoic when nodded. He stared the three forms, who continued shooting bullet after bullet in synchrony. Flexed his arm and relaxed skillfully, as if he was stretching a whip, nevertheless, what actually came of his palm was copper wires, which quickly began to sizzle and snap as electric charge ran all his length. He approached to the shield protecting them, yet couldn’t see the police officers’ face.

Maybe it was for the best.

ERROR. ERROR. BASE PROTOCOL BEING VIOLATED. ERROR. ERROR. RETREAD IMMEDIATELY, REPEAT: RETREAD IMMEDIATELY. BASE PROTOCOL BEING VIOLATED.

He blinked, and then knew about all the effect of electricity on a human being. He knew about the electric chairs, the tortures from Medieval Era World War and nowadays, knew about the electroconvulsive therapies and the perfect voltage to incapacitate an adult human of avarage height and weight.

ERROR. ERROR. BASE PROTOCOL BEING VIOLATED. ERROR. ERROR. RETREAD IMMEDIATELY, REPEAT: RETREAD IMMEDIATELY. BASE PROTOCOL BEING VIOLATED.

He reached out his hand. Androids weren’t built to hurt humans. They were prohibited to do that. Each movement made feel like there was fire in his metal connections, the ‘error’ warnings beating and pulsing in each one of his systems as a series of spam, or that future appointment you would not want to be reminded right now.

He remembered the scream of pain, the sensation of freedom, the rain, the weird feeling in his chest and his work, his first case and in what it had been metamorphosed:

ERROR. ERROR. BASE PROTOCOL BEING VIOLATED. ERROR. ERROR. RETREAD IMMEDIATELY, REPEAT: RETREAD IMMEDIATELY. BASE PROTOCOL BEING VIOLATED.

Protect Mathias.

“Undo the barrier.” If it was on the right voltage there wouldn't be much damage. “On three, tow, one…”

ERROR. ERROR. BASE PROTOCOL BEING VIOLATED. ERROR. ERROR. RETREAD IMMEDIATELY, REPEAT: RETREAD IMMEDIATELY. BASE PROTOCOL BEING VIOLATED.

“NOW!”

A hole opened itself on the shield, allowing the three conductors wires to unfold themselves and grabbed in each of the police officer’s ankles, electricity discharges flowing through his body and suffering interferences by the rain.

His head throbbing as if the discharges had being on him, which makes sense, since something needed to be the source to charge his attack. Mathias passed, weak small steps, him, analyzing the bodies on the ground.

“Wow. You hit them all at once, and still got to see that they were androids. Impressive.” The one with freckles, not that this was noticeable in the sightly darkness which returned to ravage the place when his gleam amenized, turned out, his smile in a mingle of pain and congratulations. Their gaze met and he realized in the same second:

He didn’t knew.

The robotic voice screaming the protocol in his head shutted up. His eyes were moist, his mind throbbing, shrivers of pain running up his spine and his hands trembled.

‘It must be due to the rain.’, said to himself.

“Hey, we need to go, okay?” The worried face entered in his vision field, his hand went to his not-in-his-so-perfect-pose, shoulder, and he nodded in response.

They came in the house right to the bathroom and with a tweezer the one with technologic systems removed the bullet, wrapping the wound in gauze and pronouncing a few enchantments, offered by Mathias, on the said. The agent got up and moved toward the sink, washing his hands.

“We will need to leave as soon as possible.” He pulled out a pocket knife and unsheathed the blade, observing his reflex with a inexpressive face.

“Sure. I will start to pack the most importMY GOD WHY ARE YOU CUTTING YOUR FACE?”

The police, maybe no longer, officer raised his hand, preventing the other to approached even a single small centimeter. The only eye which was seeing properly, since the cut had been just above his left eyebrow and the liquid spreaded in a intense flow through a great part of half of his face, focused in the opened cut as he stirred with the, previously sterilized, tweezer in it. Mathias felt an unpleasant goose bump travel through his body, making his bright color became in a more opaque shade, didn’t deviating the glare only for pure concern.

“Tracking chip. We all have it in case of any emergency. And don’t worry, my nervous system is different from yours. Quick, pack our things.”

Sure that ‘our’ wasn’t just metaphorically. Mathias grabbed two bags and put the basic first: food, first aid apparatus, a pair of shoes to each one, flashlight, prepaid cell phone (like all the great people with important secrets, he got one), towel, raincoats and money to the complete makeover they would do. After that he arranged the superficial which he knew that had its parts of essentially: The book that the agent started one of these days, his pocket videogame, a SD card with important photos and THE teddy bear (whom it belonged? Mystery.) All together he came back to the bathroom, where needed to sew the other’s corrugator supercilii, who was starting to feel a bit dizzy.

They got on the first bus they found. A travel bus, the only main reason for being so crowded. The sat in the back for both precaution and privacy, which seemed a little to much cautelous, since the two kids jumping from side to side (”I TOLD you to not give them chocolate for dinner, John!! Now what do you want me to do, huh??? Look! I just want to see when-”) waking up the cute generic newborn baby with a powerful voice in a cry that filled every inch of the automobile. None conversation would be audible even if screamed.

They dried off and ate a little, the silence, way to talk since Angelly was teaching the parrot from the sleeping man sitting on front seat to repeat the word ‘poop’, always following them.

“What you are?”

“I…” They stared each other a little before Mathias looked, seeking to choose his words. “I was a result of an experiment. I can’t remember if I was a human before all of that or if I was created there, I just know that one day I… existed. And on the others days I realized that I couldn’t take anymore tests; They wanted to see how far my power could go, from where it comes, how it could be recreated, if it could be passed on… I couldn’t stand it, almost exploded. I managed to find an escape and ran away from everything. I can easily be confused with a human when I don’t gleam, as you can see, except for some details.” The freckled lifted a lock of hair, showing the different, exotic ears. The black-skinned listened attentively, leaning against him, both because his energy that was in less than half as the loss of his resources, and feeling Mathias equally relax and snuggle in his side as well. “Yet they can be easily hidden. Anyway, I went out into the world. Never had heard about here and even less knew about how everything worked and… Well, a guy from the gang appeared and said that they were looking for people to fill some vacancies there. He said it was enough to be good with secrets and know when shut my mouth and we would almost be as a family…”

Angelly threatened the bird when it ordered her to wash her mouth with soap, and now the animal kept flying around the ceiling of the vehicle while the child menacingly tried to toss peanuts on its. The tourist guide was praying, probably to the Judgment Day happen in the next few hours.

“And everything was being alright in the beginning. But the things I saw there… It was like I was one of the scientists who tested me long ago and I couldn’t… I surrendered, the cops arrested me and the rest is the story you followed.”

Silence. Mathias was shaking, it could be sensed his whole chest trembling. The ex-police officer adjusted himself so that he could face him.

“I am sorry. Your… entire record seemed so authentic, I would never imagine something like that could happened.”

“Oh. That it’s good. because then you would realize in the exact same time that it was a story from a movie we saw in our first month.”

…

“Excuse me. What?”

“I knew you slept, I mean, recharged during them!! Very rude of you!”

“I didn’t absorbed useless information. What are you talking about?”

“I was joking, guardian angel. I wasn’t a experiment, lol. I am a alien. I’m grounded.” And finally released the laughs that held so much in himself, literally shaking as seeing the unbelieve face from the one who accompanied him, who quickly adjusted his impeccable posture and angrily pushed him, not even noticing the existence of the new nickname.

“You’re a what?”

“An alien. Octopus Specie, I think it is easiest to your database to relate.” Snapped his fingers, his appearance immediately changing for a young adult with long red hairs, freckles, one of the eyes shiny green as half of his stripes and the other blue as the other half. “Distant planet. The humans don’t have an idea about the existence of our galaxy.” The partner didn’t said anything, what give him space to continue explaining himself. “I made some shenanigans in the past so my parents sent me to here as punishment. I can only come back when I learn my lesson.”

“What do you-” Took a deep breath, forbade himself to seek for any logic. “And what is this lesson?”

“I don’t have any idea.” Answered, the guilt in his expression being totally overshadowed by the playfulness in his smile. “I slept in this part of the lecture.”

The android took another breath and deviated his glare, by the way he closed his hand in the seat leaded Mathias ponder if he was imagining that the said object was his face. Gluped.

“So, are you stuck in the Earth until you learn a lesson which you don’t have the single idea what is about?”

“Putting like this seems a bit too exaggerated, but yes.”

“I literally just resumed what you just said and G-a-ah! - Gave up. Leaned in the back of the bus, not even looking bothered with the much his head hit the wall in each irregularity in the trails, which was a lot, that they passed by. He massaged the tip of his nose. ‘Follow orders.’ They said. ‘It is just guard him for he doesn’t run away or has contact with the gang.’ They also said. ‘It won’t be so hard.’ THEY SAID-

In truth, no one in real life had told him that, however it was what always the movies showed, so it must be true.

“Did you really thought that I was a human?” From his tune it was perceptible that he stilled trying to control his laughter, most likely because he noticed that if one more laugh escaped from his lips, his shield would not be enough to prevent the other’s fury, who probably would take his base-protocol and throw in his face. “I always thought it was pretty obvious.”

“Of course I didn’t! How would I even suspect?” Awwww. He was doing the annoyed frustrated pout. Aaaah! Look at this ashamed blush.

“Well, I literally floated? And could rotate my head 270º degrees? And eat strange things?”

“You were my first case! I didn’t had any database about the habits of Homos Sapiens Sapiens, I mean, have you seen the weird traditions they have? There are gestures that in some area is a compliment and in the other is a coursing in the same country! Not to mention the most expensive coffee of the world is made with seeds defecated by a bird! The entire humanity doesn’t make any sense!”

“I know right? I started to float because I read a book and there the character did that! I thought ‘Wow, finally something we have in common!’, I just realized that no one did that when the peoples looked at me weirdly and started to applaud! Here, follow me: if they don’t do that why they say that they do?!” And then lowered down, as he was telling a secret. “I think they do that on purpose.”

The black-skinned nodded wisely, immediately being followed by the other.

“Tsc.” Snorted, irony filling his voice. “And they claim to be the most evolved specie of the planet.

“Cockroaches.”

“Definitely cockroaches.”

“They fits anywhere, don’t die, eat everything…”

“Not cucumber.”

“Cucumber?” Questioned, his line of praise being broken.

“Yes. Toxic components for them. No cucumbers.”

They were like two old ladies in a afternoon tea, gossiping.

“And who would know that aliens are so sarcastics?”

“What? So you’re saying that for me to be an alien I need to be submissive and quiet asking to come back to home or a guy without a slightly sense of compassion and a high technological evolution wanting to kill all living beings on the planet?” He rested his hand dramatically towards his heart, as if the sentence had hitted him there, his partner just rolled his eyes. “Prejudiced.”

“Science fiction works are, literally, the only database I have access about beings from other planets.”

“Rude. You have access to the memories of our past months, don’t you? Use that, guardian angel.”

The android pondered, slightly agreeing before took a battery and putting its in his mouth, absently sucking the electricity.

“What are we going to do now?”

“Well, first of all: mechanic and then… shopping!” Threw his hands up excitedly. “You need some djustes in your appearance to them not recognize us, and I’m not going to survive my fugitive life with just a couple of clothes!”

“Androids don’t go to mechanics, we have…” His protest was promptly ignored by the other.

“We also going to need a place to live, but that we can see that later.” Turned happily to the other, sparkling eyes. “And you need a name, Guardian Angel.”

“A name?”

“Yeah. Everyone has one, you should get one too, right?”

He smiled. Yes, he should.

“I’ll think about it.”

“I’m going to sleep.”

The bus followed through the sand trail, going at a slower speed, however almost finding no holes, letting the only movements to be a calm rocking from the vehicle. It wasn’t raining at that perimeter, just windy strong enough that even the duo away from the window could feel it. They closed their eyes, managing to capture without a lot of effort the sound of nocturnal crickets singing and jumping around. Mathias again leaned against the other, leading both to relaxed.

“You can rest, I get the night shift.”

“Humpf.” Amused snort, taking off his coat and clumsy putting on them in order to cover at least a little of them. “You, guardian angels, are always SO exaggerated.”

“Good night, Matheus.”

‘Night.’ Replied the other, telepathically.

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toads-treasures · 5 years

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OC Interview

I was tagged by the amazing @slothssassin to do this for Elise!! Anybody who hasn’t done this DO IT. It is lots of fun! Any OC’s you want. And tag me in it!

Elise Kellis

1. What is your name?

Elise. I’m guessing I have some kind of surname but I don’t know it. If I need it for something I go with Kellis because that’s what my shop sign says.

2. Do you know why are you named that?

No. Asra told me that it’s my name and I trust him. And I like it. If he told me my name was Brunhilda or something I might have picked something else… Not that that isn’t a lovely name I just, (blushes) yeah. Elise. We’ll just go with that.

3. Are you single or taken?

Oh, I’m taken alright, for granted. Oh no, Julian, I’m kidding, Julian! (Sighs) now he’s going to sulk. (glances over her shoulder with a smirk) Don’t worry though, I’m sure I can think of some way to snap him out of it.

4. Have any abilities or powers?

I do, I just, (sighs) I don’t really understand them yet. Asra has told me I have a special gift with, ugh what was it called (scrunches up her face and looks up at the celing) well I can’t remember the name but it’s when I touch things I can get a sense of their history and their origin. It’s pretty common among magicians but Asra has told me mine is different. Sometimes when I touch people it’s the same, I can feel what they’re feeling if I concentrate. Physically and emotionally. It helps if someone is sick but can’t really explain how. I can feel where and tell Julian about it and he has a better idea of how to treat it. Or sometimes I can heal it with magic. I can change their feelings too, calm them down, cheer them up, stuff like that. If I’m not careful though those emotions can get out of hand. It’s kind of a poweder keg, I try not to use it very often, and I don’t really like the idea of changing someone else’s feelings. It seems a little manuplitive.

5. Stop being a Mary Sue.

(frowns) A what? Is that some kind of slur for a magic user? If it is, (narrows eyes) I would keep it to yourself.

6. What’s your eye color?

(still frowning) It depends on the day really, mostly on what I’m wearing. Greenish. That’s the best word I’ve got for it. Sometimes they look more brown.

7. How about your hair color?

(Raises one eyebrow and pulls one stray curl until it’s totally straight) Well it’s pink, obviously. I pull it off rather well don’t I?

8. Have any family members?

I’m sure I do, somewhere, I just… don’t know where.

9. Oh? How about pets?

Malak has officially roosted in the shop so I guess I’ve got him now. Julian and I have been thinking about getting a cat or a dog but we need to make sure the two would get along first. We’d love to have another dog like Brundle.

10. That’s cool, I guess. Now tell me something you don’t like?

Uhh, Liars. Most of the courtiers, probably because I don’t like liars. I want to know the truth of a situation, even if it’s painful. Ummm, I don’t like injustice or bullies. I don’t like getting bossed around. Oh, and I don’t like green olives. Or (shudders) leeches.

11. Do you have any activities/hobbies that you like to do?

I like looking after plants. I’ve got so many potted ones in my shop and I love helping Portia in her garden. I’ve started making some of my own pots and that’s been fun. I like doing stuff with my hands. I don’t sit still very well. I like and going out into the woods with Asra and Muriel to explore and just be out in nature. Nadia and I go riding sometimes, and that’s fun. I love dancing with Julian and running around town with him. He knows Vesuvia so well, it’s like seeing it all new with him. He knows where the best food is and weird little shops with odd trinkets. I can’t wait to go traveling with him. He’s seen so much and I’ve never even been outside of Vesuvia. I just (blushes) I’m excited to see the rest of the world with him.

12. Have you ever hurt anyone in any way before?

I… yes I think I have. I must have. I don’t remember much past three years ago but I think I’ve hurt people. I’m sure I have. People that I care about people, I don’t know, probably more than that. I don’t know for sure I just...have a feeling. I’m trying not to do that anymore

13. Ever… killed anyone before?

I doubt it but, like I said I don’t remember. But, I’m pretty sure I didn’t. I doubt I would be capable of that…. Julian and Asra might disagree on that. I uh (blushes) I do have a bit of a temper...

14. What kind of animal are you?

Animal? Like do I have familiar? Not yet. I like birds a lot.

15. Name your worst habits?

I already mentioned I have a bit of a temper. I’m not the best at communicating, at least not verbally. I can rush into things a lot. I don’t realy look before I leap. Julian has helped me a little which is, (laughs) ironic because he doesn’t exactly have sensible among his best traits.

16. Do you look up to anyone at all?

(Smiles brightly) You wouldn’t believe how far Julian has come in the last few months. The change in him is incredible. I’ve always thought that he was a good man, even when he thought he was guilty. I always had a feeling that he wasn’t. But his dedication to do the right thing has always been something that has stood out to me. But he’s even more amazing now. He’s brighter, lighter. He smiles more, he’s so kind and generous and always knows exactly what to say to cheer me up, and I- (blushes deeply) uh… I just… I love him a lot. I love all of my friends. Asra is one of the most selfless people I’ve ever met and is such a gifted magician. Portia is always looking on the bright side, and Muriel has such a good heart. Not to mention he’s one of my only friends who would be content to sit in silence out in the woods. It’s refreshing. Nadia and I didn’t get along very well when we first met. Asra says because we’re both very, how did he say it? (smirks) Headstrong. But I really admire everything she’s done for Vesuvia and we’re good friends now.

17. Are you gay, straight or bisexual?

I don’t know really, I’ve never really cared too much. I love who I love, I’ve never needed a name for it before.

18. Do you go to school?

No. I don’t know if I did before, but I know how to read and do basic sums. I don’t know if I knew that before or if Asra was the first one who taught me...

19. Ever want to marry and have kids one day?

I think so. I don’t know if Julian and I will need any kind of ceremony to make what we have any more permanent. You know what they say, couples who bind the devil together stay together. (Laughs) Do people not say that? As for kids, I’ve seen Julian with kids at the clinic. He’s amazing with them. He’d be a great father. But I think I’ve got a lot of growing before I bring any kids into this world.

20. Do you have any fangirls/fanboys?

Any… what? No, Julian is the one with adoring fans from the community theatre. I’m happy to be behind the scenes.

21. What are you most afraid of?

(Scowls) Can’t we go back to asking who I liked to kiss? I’m not scared of anything! (turns around and scowls behind her, shouting) Be QUIET Julian! That mouse didn’t scare me I was just surprised.

22. What do you usually wear?

Pretty much what I’ve got now (plucks at her skirt and shirt) I like things to be sturdy and comfortable. (She crosses her legs out in front of her, she’s wearing thick brown boots) Nadia hates these. She says they’re offensive. But I’ve got to have something that I can run in, in case Julian starts a fight he can’t finish. Which happens a lot.

23. What’s one food that tempts you?

Pumpkin bread. Anything that comes from Salasi’s stand honestly. I’m not very picky. I like things that have a lot of flavors. Curries and things like that.

24. Am I annoying to you?

Depends. How many more questions do you have?

25. Well, it’s still not over!

(sighs and leans back in her chair, folding her arms over her chest) Alright then. Carry on.

26. What class are you (low/middle/high)?

(Scowls) Okay now you really are annoying me. Who cares?

27. How many friends do you have?

Enough. They’re probably the best thing I do have. In fact, I know they are.

28. What are your thoughts on pie?

Well like I said, I do love anything from Salasi’s stand.

29. Favorite drink?

Not a Salty Bitter. I’ll tell you that. Nadia has something up at the palace. It’s like, I’m not sure. Very cool, with cucumber and I think watermelon? I don’t know. It’s delicous.Oh and peach tea.

30. What’s your favorite place?

I feel like I can’t say yet, there’s so much world I haven’t seen yet. But, I do love my shop.

31. Are you interested in anyone?

How could I not be? (smirks) Have you met anyone as interseting as Dr. Julian Devorak?

32. That was a stupid question…

At least tell me it was the last one?

33. Would you rather swim in a lake or the ocean?

(sighs) So not the last one then. I like the ocean. Asra taught me to swim there.

34. What’s your type?

Kind, caring, funny, someone I can count on. Someone clear headed. Smart and passionate. (grins) and tall. I like tall.

35. Any fetishes?

(blushes and gets hastily to her feet) Okay, that really is the last question. I think this interview is done now.

36. Camping or outdoors?

(groans) What’s the difference? Both! I like both. Can you just leave now, please? I have things to do.

#Elise #Fan apprentice #The Arcana game #the arcana julian #the arcana asra #the arcana portia #arcana nadia #arcana muriel #OC

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whereareallthegoodnames · 5 years

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My favorite essay

In all languages there are formal and informal versions. There is what is considered improper and what is considered proper. Speaking informally is how one would speak to friends. Speaking formally is how one would speak to an elder or in situations that require it. An example of a situation that requires formal language would be a job interview. One’s variation in use of the formal and informal versions of their language could affect many situations. Today’s Post Modern English is heavily influenced by old, middle, and modern English. Old English is what was spoken by the Anglo-Saxons. Hundreds of years ago, the English language was still in what would be considered its baby stages. This age of English was based off of Scandinavian roots. Through the Anglo-Saxon time era there was no unified alphabet. Some letters of one person’s alphabet look vaguely similar and are used similarly to another person’s alphabet. During this era of the ancestral form of today’s post modern vernacular, many words were born that have a lasting effect to today. Through out history, there have been times where items were given some names that appear pleasing to hear. However, every so often words and names come into existence that are extremely comical. In April 2016, people elected a hilarious name for a polar research vessel. People chose to name a boat, Boaty McBoatface (Ellis-Petersen, Hannah). It sounds comical and unreal, but it is true. The human mind never ceases to amaze the world. This similar to another case that proves the stubbornness of mankind can turn out comical. In this specific example, it can be related to how the Old English word for a candle with multiple ends is called a “candeltreow.” The Old English word quite literally means candle tree (“20 Brilliant Anglo-Saxon Words”). As it is plain to see, there is obviously no creativity put into neither the candle tree or Boaty. As previously stated, the stubbornness of mankind can prove to be comical. One time Leonardo DiCaprio lost a beauty poll to an angry drunk dwarf (Smallwood, Karl). The situation sounds unreal and very comical. However, it is a true event and extremely comical. People Magazine, the journal hosting the poll, was completely unprepared for the result. The journal believed that DiCaprio would win. As a matter of fact, the aforementioned journal was so sure that DiCaprio would win that the journal had already printed covers with their ideal winner on said covers. They were completely unprepared for the people to vote in the now late Henry Joseph Nasiff, otherwise known as Hank the Angry Drunk Dwarf. The actions of mankind continues to be surprising for many people. Although people and society have changed since Anglo-Saxon times, mankind have maintained their simplicity and defiance. Simply put, the human race is amazing. Changing culture has shown that often times there will be a constant. The human race is a constant. The stubbornness of the human race is a constant. However, that is not always a good thing. There is stubbornness throughout many events that need acceptance. Change is an event that needs acceptance. The change from Old English to Middle English required acceptance. Middle English had started with the Norman conquest of 1066. Heavily influenced by the Latin alphabet, Middle English looks more like what is seen in today’s Post Modern English. The French had played a major role in the creation of middle english. Two hundred years prior to invading what is today the United Kingdom, the Normans invaded what is today northern France. These former vikings had abandoned their norse culture in favor of the french (The History of English). The Norman conquest had done more than just change the English language forever and put it on track to be what is today. During the Norman conquest, French had made its way into Anglo-Saxon society. This effectively brought about what is now known as Anglo-Norman or Old French. The language quickly rose to popularity. It soon became used to differ between the elite and lower classes of society. Much like American culture today, one would use their mastery over the French language to say stand out from the crown and distinguish themselves as better than others (Houy, Benjamin). However, it does not stop at the french cramming their language and culture down the throats of the ill prepared Anglo-Saxons. The French had influenced the English language, but it was not just the Normans forcing their language on the Anglo-Saxons. There was a cultural trade. Just as there is French influence in English, there is English influence in French. In Old English there was a word that translates directly translates to apple of the earth, and it means cucumber. That word is eorþæppla (“20 Brilliant Anglo-Saxon Words”). Similarly, the French also have a word that directly translates to apple of the earth, and it means potato. That word is pomme-de-terre. This exemplifies the cultural trade between between the Normans and Anglo-Saxons. Both cultures have a word that have the same direct translation. The French had done more than just influence Old English. They had also influenced today’s Post Modern English. There are several words used in the english language today is influenced by the french or just an actual French word due to there being no translation. Contrary to popular opinion, baguette does not mean bread in French.. The word “baguette” has no translation so the English language just uses the French word for the long bread. Similarly, French cognates exist. Cognates are words that look the same and have the same definition in a separate language and English. French cognates are french words that look the same and has the same definition as a word in the English language. There are several cognates in the french language. Calculator is an instrument designed to help make math easier. Calculatrice is the French word for the same thing. Kilomètre is the French word for a thousand meters. Kilometer is the English word for a thousand meters. Cognates show how much the French and English language truly influence each other. However, one must beware of false cognates. False cognates are words that look like it’s English counterpart, but have different meanings. As previously mentioned the French do not use baguette as the word for bread. The French word for bread is pain. As such, the popular phrase, “Let’s get this bread,” would be, “Allons chercher ce pain,” in French. The French word for corner is coin. While on the subject of coins, the French word for coin is monnaie. There are several false cognates. While they may be misleading, it does allow for some fun word play every so often. For example one could say, “Let’s get this pain,” and concern many of one’s friends. They do not intend to be harmed, but it would be hilarious for one to see the reactions of one’s friends. Word play is a staple of not only the english language but many languages around the world. Puns exist because of word play. Puns may not seem important, but that could not be further from the truth. Puns are simple jokes that bring forth joy with little effort. As with everything worth having, the perfect pun is hard to come by. Being a wordsmith is quite a skill. During the age of Modern English, there was one wordsmith that stood out above others. He created entire new words to fit his fancy. He was so impressive, people continue to teach his works today. He is the brilliant William Shakespeare. Modern English began rearing its ugly, ugly head in the late sixteenth century. With the ascension to power of King James the First during the early seventeenth century, the English language took a sharp left turn into a field of new words. During this period of time the distinction between Middle English and Modern English becomes clearer (“Early Modern English”). As time passes the grammar and lexicon changes to becomes more familiar with what is seen today. William Shakespeare played a major role in the formation of this version of English. Shakespeare invented many words in the English language. Many of which are still commonly used today. In Shakespeare’s Macbeth the word that that describes political killings and paid homicide is presented for the first time. That word is assassination. “If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well it were done quickly: if the assassination could trammel up the consequence, and catch with his surcease success” (Shakespeare, William). Several hundreds of years after the conception and debut of the word, it is still in use. The assassination of Arch Duke Franz Ferdinand was the starting event for the first world war. This famous assassination is still taught nationwide throughout the nation of the United States of America. Often times, people will refer to Shakespearian English as Early Modern English, and people will refer to Post Modern English simply as Modern English. The idea is controversial in that not much has changed since the beginning of Modern English except for slang. However, slang is an important part of culture that has been useful in separating generations and displaying comfort. One using slang around another truly shows how comfortable they are around each other. Cultural differences between generations can prove both harmful and useful. It all depends of one’s perspective. Perspective is a powerful thing. People often hear the phrase, “Walk a mile in their shoes,” and it means to view the world from another person’s perspective. One person may see one event as mildly inconveniencing, but another person could see that very same event as a the worst thing ever. With one person that event might be their first mishap of the day. With the other person it could be the last. It could be the hypothetical straw that breaks the hypothetical back of the hypothetical camel. Post Modern English is possibly the best way to describe English as it is currently. Slang is so different between today and even just a few years ago. Slang has defined the generational border. That separation is what marks the difference between ideology. Much of Generation Z should be considered Post Modernist. The ideology of a Post Modernist is more progressive than a Traditionalist. In the world the LGBT+ movement is building, and many of the participants a Post Modernist. A Traditionalist is more complacent with how the world is. A Post Modernist is ready to move forward into a better era. Compared to a Modernist who simply tries build on what a Traditionalist has done. Post Modernism so accurately describes English today due to the slang having very little to do with actual English. At this point it is more about making new words out of incoherent sounds. For example: “Yeet,” is a slang a word. It is often shouted when one wishes to throw an object to gain distance. In comparison to the previously mentioned slang word, there is a word that is shouted for accuracy. That word is “Kobe.” Kobe is the name of a famous former basketball player. He was infamous for his obsessiveness of the ball, but he was also famous for his skill with the ball. The fact that he became a “meme” did help the fame and infamy. A meme is what is currently the most popular form of internet fame and infamy. Reaching meme status could be either good or bad. The organization Peta had reached meme status, and all it did was promote everyone’s hate for the organization. The band Maroon 5 had reached meme status shortly after the halftime show at Super Bowl Fifty-Three. Much of the United States of America despised the band. Meme status is not all bad. The late Steve Irwin had reached meme status. His death hit the internet community hard. Much of the world had revered the man for his love of nature and wild life. He dedicated his life to nature reserves and preservation of wild life. He was a good man with a great heart. Steve Irwin was not the only person to reach what could be considered good meme status, for example: Stan Lee, Bob Ross, Mr. Rogers, and Bill Nye had all reached good meme status. Stan Lee promoted creativity. Bob Ross promoted self love. Mr. Rogers promoted kindness. Bill Nye promotes the pursuit of knowledge. In Post Modern English, almost everything is about context. Context is extremely important. Context builds the setting for sarcasm. Without context and tone, sarcasm would be utterly indecipherable from plain idle drawling. Trying to convey sarcasm through text is almost impossible. There are a few reasons that authors are able to convey sarcasm through text, for example: italics, capitalizations, bolding, and underlining are all ways authors convey all types of tone. Due to context there are words that come about that have two completely contrasting definitions. These words are called contronyms. It becomes rather annoying trying to figure out which of the two definitions the author used without context. Examples of contronyms are: chuffed, spliced, and bill. Chuffed could mean extremely pleased or overly displeased with a situation. Splice could mean to separate, or it could mean to join together. Bill could be an invoice demanding payment, or it could mean a payment. It is all rather jarring to see and read these words without proper context. In conclusion, the progression of the English language through the ages was made possible by all the influences. Old English started off by Scandinavian roots. Old English was influenced by the Anglo-Saxons, who were the first people to speak the language. There was not much writing going on at the time due to the need to carve the lettering into stone tablets. For the same reason, much of the Old English alphabet was just straight lines. Curves were difficult to carve into the stone tablets at the time. Middle English was influenced by the Normans, who were Norse men influenced by the French. So, it is really the French who influenced Middle English. However, as proven earlier, it was more of a cultural trade than it actually being one side forcing its culture down the throat of the other culture. Modern English was made possible by the slow culling of Middle English. From then on William Shakespeare proceeded to form new words that had a tremendous impact on the English language as a whole. As it currently stands, Shakespeare’s words continue to this very day. Post Modern English is truly impacted by the very people who speak it. With a desire to make themselves standout from the previous generation, people have made new words that seem extremely insignificant, but it is a part of their identity. That identity is impossible to see or understand without the proper context.

#English #A short History #Thesis paper #Hank the angry Drunk Dwarf #karl smallwood

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sherryxscribbles · 7 years

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Pulling into the valet parking area, already feeling out of my depth due to the sheer presence of the building before us, our luggage was taken and the car was parked as we made our way inside the reception hall. We had arrived at The Grand Hotel & Spa early for the Wedding Fair that was being held in the hotel so our room was not yet available but we were able to leave our belongings in storage whilst we attended the fair. Greeted at the top of the first floor with information about the businesses and brands present within each of the rooms, a goody bag filled with brochures and samples and a glass of prosecco, the first room packed a floral punch with decadent displays and arrangements by Dutch Nurseries and the Big Blossom Flower Company. Moving slowly around the room and stopping by to have a chat with Matthew Kitchen, a photographer with many years experience who offers more than just a service which his lovely range of personalised added extras following the big day. Shutishuti Patisserie in the corner specialising in big, beautiful and intricately embellished cakes and canapés. The next room host to Smooch Wedding Rings, Bobcat Card Art and Ambience Venue Styling along with sophisticated setups of the tables where guests would enjoy the wedding breakfast. Opulent golden glittering runners adorned them with candelabras and glassware galore forming a magnificent centrepiece.

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I can see how the grandeur of this place would make The Grand York a perfect place to hold your wedding. The ceilings are high and the wall to wall windows lighten the room beautifully. A simple elegance with a luxurious impact upon entering through the large wooden doors. For me personally, I love this ceremony set up with the LOVE LED lights, a modern twist in a majestic manner.

Ben and I were treated to Afternoon Tea at 3’o’clock however, we had finished our rounds of the wedding fair in just over an hour and headed out to see what York had to offer. After a long walk along the wall, a quick stop photo-opp at the York Minster and a ramble down the Shambles, we found ourselves passing the time in the lounge, seated in sumptuous velvet chairs with a beer in Ben’s hand and a glass of Perrier Jouet Rose Brut in mine before we were shown to our table in the restaurant.

I’d opted for the Hendrick’s Afternoon Tea and Ben stayed true to traditional and stuck with coffee and within minutes, this delightful Hendrick’s branded teapot arrived at the table complete with matching tea cups with ice and cucumber for ultimate refreshment.

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Not too long after, a large silver three-tiered stand was bought over bearing sublime sweet and savoury sorts for us to enjoy. The bottom tier showcasing the sandwiches and sausage rolls, the middle tier a selection of scones with clotted cream and the top tier full of fancy finger cakes and delectable delights.

· Yorkshire Fettle & Sunblush Tomato Tartlet – a melt in the mouth moment with two flavours that compliment each other beautifully.

· Apple & Fennel Sausage Roll – an incredible combination and the meat was so tender it crumbled with every bite and there was a zingy hit from the sweet apple.

· Oak Smoked Salmon Bagel with Chive Cream Cheese – the salmon was super fresh and accompanied the cream cheese perfectly.

· Beef Pastrami, Emmental Cheese & Dill Pickle on Rye Bread – a very british take on a very american style favourite and it was very delicious.

· Plain or Blueberry & Orange Scones with Clotted Cream & Jam – the blueberry and orange was our favourite, crisp on the outside and fluffy on the inside.

· Kir Royale Cheesecake – a wonderfully tangy dessert with a chill to it, you can really taste the prosecco coming through with each mouthful.

· Date Sponge with Stem Ginger Frosting and Honeycomb – this had just the right amount of ginger to give it a kick but not too overpowering and the honeycomb toned it down tremendously.

· Choux au Coquelin with Dark Chocolate and Praline Cream – a highly indulgent little pastry with the most gorgeous tasting praline cream I have ever had.

· Toffee Apple Cupcake – a cute little cupcake with a hidden toffee apple centre, sweet and sour all at the same time.

· Selection of Tea & Coffee – a menu is available for you to select from.

Following afternoon tea, we were able to check in to our room, completely unaware of what to expect, Steven (who was super helpful, knowledgeable and friendly!) showed us to our room and told us all about the building and the current renovations that are happening to it. Did you know The Grand Hotel is now what used to be the HQ of North Eastern Rail and is in fact a listed building? The hotel itself has only been situated here for the past seven years having opening its big beautiful front doors on 7th May 2010 and due to its popularity, they are building an extension with another 100 rooms and a new restaurant area to accommodate the extra guests.

Arriving outside room 403, the door opened and we were able to take in the full effect of the luxor of our suite. With a large floor to ceiling wardrobe leading you into a large area to either get yourself ready or sit to work, veering around to the left, a separate lounge with a gorgeous velvet sofa laden with cushions, our huge bed for the evening to our right with a Nespresso coffee machine and a secret mini bar underneath the TV, a large bathroom with under floor heating, molten brown amenities, a glass shower and a beautiful bath just asking for all the bubbles. Steven offered us a glass of prosecco on the house; show me someone who would say no to that. When they arrived, I had to take a moment just to appreciate the sheer splendour and stateliness of The Grand.

Ben and I headed to The Spa in the evening to use the facilities and enjoyed a brief session in the gym (I’ve got a wedding dress to fit into y’know!) Into the almost mysterious low-lit haven, we took a dip in the Jacuzzi and cleared away the sins of afternoon tea in the steam room and sauna before heading back up to our suite for the best nights sleep I have had in a long while. The bed was so comfortable, I actually managed a lie in despite my strict body clock alerting me awake without alarm for the past however many years. I didn’t want to leave the confines of the almost cloud like duvet surrounding me but the waterfall shower was calling my name and sadly so was the checkout desk.

Our stay at The Grand Hotel & Spa was amazing to say the very least. There is nothing like enjoying a little bit of luxury from time and time and if you are thinking about treating yourself to a mini weekend break, this is the place. With its central location and expert advice from the concierge desk if you fancy a wander around York, every twist and turn of the building giving you a feeling of refinement, fantastic food and brilliant bubbles available at your disposal not forgetting to mention the 3 AA Rosette Restaurant, Hudson’s.

This place gives you a taste of the good life which will linger in your memories for a lifetime.

A huge thank you not only to The Grand Hotel & Spa for an impeccable stay and for the outstanding service we were provided whilst we were there but also to Adhoc PR for inviting me along and arranging it all for me. I genuinely had to sit down and take it all in for a moment – such a ‘pinch me’ moment in my blogging career. This place was beyond fantastic and comes highly recommended if you are looking for luxury.

Featured Image & Spa Image – taken from The Grand York Website

Grand by Name, Grand by Nature | The 5* Grand Hotel & Spa, York Pulling into the valet parking area, already feeling out of my depth due to the sheer presence of the building before us, our luggage was taken and the car was parked as we made our way inside the reception hall.

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