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vera-the-witchynerd · 4 years ago

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Mystery Skulls fanfic AU

The Seer

Chapter Three

K-Lena POV

There was just silence, after about a minute I snuck a peek at my friends. Vivi was looking at me, no, more like throw me. Arthur was staring at the table with his chin resting in his hand. He looked deep in thought. And Poor Lewis looked like he walked in on his parents having an argument. Talk about an awkward first meeting. The silence was not helping my nerves or the pain behind my eyes.

Arthur was the first to speak. “So...you got sent to a...boarding school...in another country...became we broke into a abandoned house. Am I getting that right?”

“Yes” I say tentatively.

“Nothing more then that?” Arthur asks. There was indeed more but I wasn’t going to say that.

“No” I answer, feeling a little guilty for my little white lie.

Suddenly Vivi spoke up. “YOU DIDN’T JOIN A CULT!” she practically yells, drawing some eyes to our table.

“W-what? Vivi why would you ask that?” I say in shock.

“What else was I to think when one of my best friend just up and disappears. You sure you weren’t taken by aliens? Slipped into another dimension? Kidnapped by the CIA?” Vivi kept firing more questions at me about my leaving, getting louder as she did. I looked to Arthur for help and an explanation as to why she was asking if I joined a cult. But he was to busy about to fall out of his chair laughing at Vivi and her crazy accusations as by this point she was in my lap asking if I was a clone.

I looked over to Lewis who was hiding his laughter at Vivi’s interrogations me behind his hand. “Umm Lewis do you know what Vivi is on about?” I rub my eyes to try and ease the pain behind then before making sure my sunglasses were covering my eyes again. Vivi was still in my lap but she had quieted her questions.

“Vivi and Arthur made a bet about why you left suddenly. Arthur bet there was a Logical no weird stuff added reason as to why you left. Vivi bet that there had to be a strange abnormal reason as to why you left” Lewis say as he shrugs his shoulders giving me a smile.

“Did evil Scientists experiment on you?! Oh oh I know, is it a family curse that forced you to leave to protect us!?” Vivi was not letting up and her last guess was starting to hit close to home. I had to stop her guessing.

“Vivi your crushing me” she gives me an apologetic smile and moves back to her set. “There was no other reason for me leaving then my parents wanting to straighten me out Vivi. Sorry there were no aliens or clones” I tried to keep my voice light hearted but it was hard with the pain and panic. I moved to change the subject.

“So Vivi you lost the bet what is Arthur’s prize for winning?” I watched as Vivi’s eyes got lager then dinner plates and her face falls into her hands in defeat. I had forgotten how lively Vivi was. I look over to Lewis and Arthur, who had recovered from dying of laughter.

Arthur with the biggest grin says “I don’t have to go on the next case to find ghost!”

I bust into laughter “wait haha- you guys are still looking for ghost?” It’s like nothing has changed while I was gone.

“Arthur you tell her, I’m to upset” Vivi groans from behind her hands.

I look over at Arthur who gives me a wink and blushes a little. “We are a official paranormal investigation group. We are called mystery skulls. I build and work most of the equipment. Lewis helps with the heavy lifting and such and Vivi finds the places and does the research” for someone who is scared of ghost Arthur sounded very proud.

“No Way! That’s awesome, Vivi you actually did it” I jumped up and gave Vivi a big hug “I’m so happy for you, you’re doing what you love” I jump up and down with Vivi in my arms, or as much as I can since she is taller them me. The joy I’m feeling for My friends helps with pushing the pain behind my eyes back.

“What about you K, did you do any singing while at your boarding school?” Arthur asks

Letting go of Vivi, I looked over to Arthur with a smile spreading across my face. “I did do some singing at school, but I’ve done something even better I’m going to tryout for the spot of lead singer for a local band here in town!” smiling even wider. This time Vivi hugging me and jumping up and down in excitement.

“What’s the bands name?” Lewis asks.

Answering Lewis I say “The Wisp Seers”

Author’s note: I hope everything is enjoying the story so far. I know it’s moving a little slow but I don’t want to rush and lose the story time feel I hope I’m getting. ;~; tell the next chapter.

#mystery skulls #mystery skulls animated #mystery skulls arthur #mystery skulls lewis #mystery skulls oc #mystery skulls vivi #mystery skulls fanfic #lewis pepper #vivi yukino #arthur kingsmen #K-Lena #fanfic #MSA #msa vivi #msa lewis #msa arthur #msa ocs

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crazylivingx · 6 years ago

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me expressing my love for love yourself: answer

it’s only been 3 days into 2019 and i’ve been emo about love yourself: answer because i recently bought the album in korea and their lyricism makes me want to cry pls ignore this if you don’t wanna read about my feelings towards the solo songs released throughout the love yourself era because the pure genius and passion put into this project is truly astounding yalls pls love yourselves this is also really personal you’ve been warned (also apologies if i’ve made any grammatical errors lmao)

*i’m going by the ly: answer sequence

(as im writing this in my language and literature class my lecturer goes “my daughter loves bts” and cue my friend and i shouting the member’s names to guess his daughter’s bias and its jhope like wow we stan a jhope stan he said she thinks he “has such a blinding smile’ and thats honestly the biggest mood)

euphoria

this song is innocent af when i first heard it i knew it was a bopping bop the synths in the chorus can kick me to switzerland i barely even remember what the video was about all i remember is jungkook and that yellow jacket lmao his vocal runs when he sings “won’t you please stay in dreams” is just heavenly it honestly feels like i’m floating through the clouds with this song this song can convert people who don’t like good songs with synths bet i can’t imagine anyone other than jungkook singing this song tbh if you get an s.o. i hope you experience this song

favourite line (i know it’s not a singular line pls bear with me):

You’re the sun that rose again in my life

A reincarnation of my childhood dreams

I don’t know what these emotions are

Am I still dreaming?

This dream is a blue mirage in the desert

A priori deep inside of me

I’m so happy, I can’t breathe

My surroundings are getting more and more transparent

I hear the far-away ocean

Across the dream, over the horizon

I’m going to the place that’s getting clearer

Take my hands now

You are the cause of my euphoria

trivia 起 just dance

this whole song shows how much jhope loves dancing and it’s so sweet??? wanting to dance with your partner under the moonlight and slowly falling in love???? the song just screams jhope especially with the chorus you can just imAGiNe him dancing like he has no bones because he DoeSn’T,,,, it has a synthetic feel but it also feels really passionate and human like jhope can #getit we stan a multitalented man the lyrics in this song is probably the lightest but it’s still fun and easy to understand and listen to

favourite line (yea i know it’s like an entire verse but i love their lyrics okay):

In my muddy life

You were like a single stem flower

Even this suffocating studio

If we’re together, turns into paradise

My dreams that once had no answer

Now becomes something we can relate to

Because our rhythm is matching

Because we have our dance, it’s a fate-like beat

serendipity

i remember covering my screams when the mv for this song came out before dna was released and my mom instantly knew what was up lmao this song was kind of my style of music with the #chillvibes it gave out but the chill-ness of the song didn’t make forgettable i’ve played this song in the car before and now my dad can recognize it lol even khalid liked it you go you funky little chimchim,,, i never really paid attention to the lyrics in this song but it sounds really innocent and possessive at the same time lmao i’ll give bts the benefit of the doubt (i also prefer the short version over the full length version don’t kill me)

favourite line (at least these are lines. i know i said line not lines let me live):

As much as my heart flutters, I’m worried

Destiny is jealous of us

Since the creation of the universe

Everything was destined

Just let me love you

trivia 承 love

this song man. namjoon. the piano chords in the beginning is what gives me life. the moment i heard them i instantly knew this was going to be a fave. i love the slight discordance no matter what i will instantly start bopping to it because it’s such a bop that you HAVE to bop along with it. rm loves wordplay in his lyrics, and when it crosses with his intellect something beautiful emerges. this song feels like a flower i love the melody of chords like the chords sold me immediately. and then after i was sold the lyrics stabbed me. there is no escape.

favourite line (god where do i begin):

I live so I love

I'm just a human, human, human (the ㅁ in 사람 saram which means human)

You erode all my corners

And make me into love, love, love (becomes ㅇin 사랑 sarang which means love)

We're humans, humans, humans

In that myriad of straight lines

My love, love, love

When you sit on top of it and you become my heart (if the ㅇ the word 사랑 is squished, it’ll look like a heart ♡)

You make I to an O

I to an O

Because of you

I know why human (saram) and love (sarang) sound similar

You make live to a love

Live to a love

Because of you

I know why a person should live by love

It's a long way from I to U

Fuck, JKLMNOPQRST

I crossed all the letters and I reached you

(i really suggest going to genius’s website to fully understand the song if you want to)

singularity

kim taehyung better square up because i would buy burger king and fight him in the parking lot because he stole my toenail,,,, bighit released this song while i was in hell aka university and bOY was i hshshshhshdhdh <— thats the best way i can describe my feelings,,, like he made my tears flow upwards or something the music video was aMAZING and i was shooketh ihatehimsmjkidontbutyouknowwhatimean back to the song - serendipity was also pretty chill but in a darker way and i love it as well. to me the lyrics mirror fake love because it portrays how walking on thin ice feels and how you’ll lose your own voice just to suffer to make sure the person you love will continue loving you (the lyrics are also really slow so it made it easy for me to read the lyrics in karaoke lmao) singularity was a goddamn package for me the mv, the performance and v himself just hshshshshs when i listen to this song i feel like i’m lying down on a giant leaf floating on a clear pond watching a dim but twinkling meteor shower with giant water flowers surrounding me and fireflies are swaying along with wisps of smoke and this is getting too long winded i’ll stop here as i’m writing this i just remembered namjoon wrote this song in one shot after having surgery what a mans

favourite line (its long but it doesn’t feel complete if i break it up):

A thick ice has formed

In the dream I shortly went into

My agonizing phantom pain is still the same

Have I lost myself

Or have I gained you

I suddenly run to the lake

There’s my face in it

Please don’t say anything

Reach my hand out to cover the mouth

But in the end, spring will come someday

The ice will melt and flow away

Tell me if my voice isn’t real

trivia 轉 seesaw

oh boy. suga. min yoongi. this has been said before but the use of seesaw as a metaphor for a dying/toxic relationship is truly artistic and clever. the way he describes it in his lyrics creates a really clear picture of what’s happening. how if one person gets off a seesaw the other will get hurt as they’ll start to fall to the ground, how neither wants to get off because they know they’ll hurt whoever’s on the other side, and how staying or leaving this “repeated seesaw game” will hurt the both of them no matter what choice they choose. i’ll let the lyrics speak for themselves. (suga singing and dancing was also a pleasant surprise i fell on the floor)

favourite line (get ready i’m about to put like 80% of the song in here the lyrics is a masterpiece):

Repeated seesaw game

I'm tired of this

Repeated seesaw game

We're getting tired of each other

Were the petty arguments the start?

The moment I became heavier than you

Because there's never been parallels in the first place

Maybe I became more greedy and tried to fit in with you

Is there really a need to keep repeating ourselves

Saying this was love and this is love?

They're tired of each other, they seem to hold the same hand

People can be so crafty

They know they’ll get hurt if one person is missing

Because we don't want to be the villains

In the midst of a series of vague responsibilities

And we get so tired or if that we finally became parallel

But we didn’t want this kind of parallel

At first, we showed off who was heavier

We'd brag and smile

Now we're trying to beat each other

We're in a competition

The fire of a quarrel

It’ll only end if someone gets off right here

We’re acting like we’re comforting each other

But it’s mixed with thorns

Can’t keep doing this, we need to make a decision

(Hol' up Hol' up) I walk on this seesaw without you

(Hol' up Hol' up) Just like the beginning when you weren't here

(Hol' up Hol' up) I walk on this seesaw without you

(Hol' up Hol' up) I'm getting off this seesaw without you

(like trivia 承 love, you can read more about the song on genius’s website)

epiphany

stream epiphany. our boy kim seokjin’s vocals have truly improved huh. this to me felt like a response to awake (you can fLY JIN) and i applaud bighit for giving him this song. he finally gets the recognition and lines he deserves smh. you really feel like a proud parent when you watch the fancams throughout the love yourself tour and hear how his voice improves after each performance. the song is also kind of the ‘final act’ to all the solos in ly: answer and they finally get to spread their message of��“its hard to love yourself, but that’s why you should so you can love others as well”. after becoming the shell of what you once were, the only way you can fill it up again is to love yourself, and that’s my pov of the whole point of the song. i’m gonna be honest i wasn’t really into this song in the beginning but i started to fall in love with it after a few listens (i listened to it sm that when i was downloading the ly: answer album i forgot to add epiphany cause i was streaming it LMAO)

favourite line (i know they’re verses as well hshdhds):

I’m the one I should love in this world

Shining me, precious soul of mine

I finally realized so I love me

Not so perfect but so beautiful

I'm the one I should love

I may be a bit blunt, I may lack some things

I may not have that shy glow around me

But this is me

My arms, my legs, my heart, my soul

bonus song - answer: love myself

doing a pewdiepie and adding a bonus song lmao my first listen of this song was in my friend’s house and we had the lyrics on and let me tell you the moment we read the lyrics we wanted to hug bts because it was so soft and it was so uwu we were so ready to love ourselves lol yes it sounds like a church song but like epiphany i learned to love it too this was also my first song of 2019 so if you decide to, please listen to it with an open heart

favourite line (hey look actual lines this time yes lines not line):

Maybe I fell in order to take the place of those countless stars

The target of thousands of bright arrows is me alone

Why do you keep trying to hide under your mask?

Even all the scars from your mistakes make up your constellation

that’s all from me bye sorry for the long post

bighit pls hire me as an album promoter

#bts #love yourself answer #ly answer #love yourself #bangtan #bangtan boys #bangtan sonyeondan #beyond the scenes #as im typing the tags my lecturer is saying stop looking down on yourself its a sign guys #i feel really preachy rn but whatever #i should probably be listening to my lecture #but i kinda had fun writing this

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kootenaygoon · 7 years ago

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So,

I painted this back in November, in the midst of my transition from the Nelson Star. I’d been attending Power By You, a CrossFit gym downtown, for nearly two years.

The trainers there had come to my rescue when my relationship ended, and Katya in particular was incredible at holding me accountable to my eating and training goals.

When I moved the last of my stuff out of Nelson a few weeks ago, I stopped by PBY around 4 a.m. and I left this painting outside for my friends Ali Popoff and Leo Grypma (cutest couple in Nelson, tee hee).

Preamble over. Next up, I’m publishing the text of my story “Enough of seeing” below. It’s one of the stories in Whatever you’re on, I want some (taking inspiration from Denis Johnson’s short fiction collection Jesus’ Son) and it’s told from the POV of Paisley Troutman, my gypsy folk powerhouse of a main character. She’s just fled from her island refuge on Quatsino, leaving her girlfriend Amber Bennett behind.

I would love feedback to [email protected]. Thanks for reading.

The Kootenay Goon

Enough of seeing

Will Johnson

AFTER I LEFT, a busload of singing Christians fed me potato chips. There was the talkative insurance agent wheel-tapping along to Shania Twain. Then a spacious SUV piloted by a handsome African man wearing a Bluetooth headset. And finally the family from Saanich, who picked me up along the Malahat Highway and dropped me off in Goldstream Park.

I crouched shitting, semi-conscious in the evening’s shadows, amidst dangling sword ferns and moss-blanketed tree trunks that ascended dripping into the canopy. At the public washroom I’d rushed pathetically, ass clenched, only to find the door bolted. What was the point, even, of bringing rolls of toilet paper when I couldn’t even keep them dry? Mushed maggot clumps stuck to my digits, and I pitched the whole mess into the foliage. My thoughts scampered directionless through the corridors of my mind. One of the Christian kids had spent hours attempting to convert me, proselytizing with parroted anecdotes and memorized Bible verses, body slung playfully over the bus bench, making a spectacle of his suburban innocence. I knew he was probably safely indoors now, supervised, while I shivered under the universe’s nakedly disapproving glare.

“Don’t you want your life to have meaning?” he asked.

The kid’s bill-tipped hat seemed custom designed to rest in the crease of his hair. He read to me from Ecclesiastes: “The eye never has enough of seeing, nor the ear its fill of hearing. What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again. There is nothing new under the sun.”

I couldn’t tell whether he was hitting on me or not. His confidence had a creepy edge to it, like he’d spent his whole life being told how right and special he is.

“Basically, we believe life doesn’t have true meaning unless you have Christ in your life. These kids get one week a summer to get a taste of what’s in store for them if they commit their hearts to Him.”

You’re always going to exist, I thought. Even after you develop critical thinking skills and ditch this medieval religion, there will just be another sixteen-year-old hankering to take your place.

And another one after that.

While cross-legged in the insurance agent’s Mazda Miata, I shared a dainty joint she’d retrieved from her bra. Her hazard lights flashing on the shoulder, she asked me to stand sentinel while she squatted to piss in the scrub grass, hiking her skirt over milky fat hips. Her car was paper-stacked, with crumpled fast food wrappers and discarded drink receptacles piled in my footspace like the lining of a gerbil’s cage. She promised to take me as far as Nanaimo, where she was meeting a man she’d met on an online dating website.

Beneath billowing orange-pink sky explosions we left the highway with a gentle lean and coasted to a stop at Nanaimo’s first intersection. Immediately upon stopping the insurance agent’s manner changed and she began to divulge intense, personal details about her relationship with this man. “I’ve given myself over before, right away, because it feels right. That’s the type of person I am. I’m really accepting, and if I’m going to be in a relationship then I’m going to give it my all, you know? And I know sometimes that means I get taken advantage of. I understand the dangers, but I do it anyways. Does that mean I’m self-destructive, do you think? Is there something wrong with me? I’m trying to recognize my negative thought patterns.” Eventually she dropped me off at a bus stop by the high school, and drove away.

The sky was overtaken with purple, the pinks darkening to blood red, and then ocean-like the blackness rose. The driver of the SUV, a girl’s soccer coach on the way to a conference, was listening to people argue about gender equality on the radio. I was still semi-stoned and couldn’t follow the debate, so I leaned my forehead against the glass and fell asleep with condensation dripping down my face. When I woke up we were idling in the parking lot of a Duncan motel, and the man waited wordlessly for me to climb out.

“Take care of yourself now,” he said.

The next morning, around 7 a.m., the family from Saanich picked me up in a minivan while I marched along the shoulder, spearing the concrete with a Gandalf-like walking stick. There were two blond parents and a pair of well-behaved kids, preteens probably, a boy and a girl. The Malahat Highway wound up through rock clefts, the sloped curves and humped apexes giving drivers ample opportunity to collide with oncoming traffic. The family was eating McDonald’s breakfast and talking about a television show I’d never heard of, so I quickly became bored and fell back to sleep. Forty minutes later they clambered out into the Goldstream parking lot, fist-knotting their hiking boots and pulling on matching Lululemon wind-jackets, preparing to hike up Mount Finlayson.

“You sure you don’t feel like some exercise?” the father asked, because he felt like he had to. He was stretching his calves. “We’d be happy for the company.”

“I’m supposed to be in Victoria by this evening,” I lied.

Morning bird calls erupted all around, and I watched the four of them laugh-jog into the woods, slapping each other’s arms and gesturing effusively at their surroundings. I detoured off the trail, scrambling over a few embankments until I was just out of sight of the parking lot. Then I went back to sleep under a shaggy Douglas Fir, with tail-like hanks of white-green moss dangling overhead and a spongy bed of it underneath me.

All that happenstance to bring me to this moment, mid-evening and mid-shit, when I jump at the scream of metal on metal.

“What the hell is your fucking problem? Look at my truck!”

The two vehicles had met, hood-to-hood, at the narrow exit leading back up to the highway. I was twenty feet away. Late evening now, the entire area was deserted. Glass shards twinkled in the glare while both engines continued to rumble. Two jean-skirted girls flip flopped out of the truck while the driver hoisted himself out after them. He had crashed into a small hatchback sedan, driven by a nervous college kid wearing a hooded sweatshirt. Even from the woods I could see his animal panic, his head ducking deer-like from one side to the other. Finally he opened the door.

The truck driver, I could tell, was a muscled hick kid perpetually ready to scrap. He was wearing a skin-tight black beater tucked into well-worn Carhartts. Each of his pock-marked work boots looked like it weighed twenty pounds.

“What was that about?” he asked.

“I guess I wasn’t paying attention. It was my fault,” said the kid. At least he’d figured out that much. “Listen, I’ll get my insurance.”

“You scared the girls.”

“I know, I’m sorry. Listen, I really am sorry.”

I stood thirty feet away in the dark, with my bag, waiting for the next thing to happen. Mist tendrils wisped through the tree trunks as the fight commenced. Bodies hurled, slapped, thumped. The logistics were banal, mundane in their simplicity—knuckles meeting shoulder blade, hip bone, neck—and the kid’s response ranged from feeble to nonexistent. He whimpered, pain-dancing in the headlights. The girls made a spectacle of attempting to intervene, shrieking like hyperactive kids and grabbing at their friend, until one of them staggered back from a elbow to the eye socket. The kid’s pavement impact sounded wet.

The truck crunched out of the parking lot, dragging the kid’s bumper, and turned right on to the highway. The kid was doubled over with both arms outstretched towards his feet, balanced up on one hip, like he’d been reaching for his toes and toppled over. He coughed and spasmed, jerking like a flattened windowsill insect.

Traffic droned through the trees. I jogged through the woods towards the highway, waving at the yellow eyes hurtling down the mountainside.

A taxi U-turned into the park’s entrance. I yanked open the passenger door and told him, “Some guy got the shit kicked out of him down there. Pretty bad.”

“Someone you know, hon?” he asked, glancing down the dark lane way. The glow from the kids’ headlights could be seen, but little more.

“No, just some guy. Unconscious, I think. You got a phone?”

He pulled his parking brake with a grunt, twisted his keys to turn off the engine. “Cell coverage is spotty out here, but let’s give it a shot.”

The cabbie’s tone was nonchalant, unworried. He motioned with a flash of his wrist for me to sink into the passenger seat, which I did gratefully. His composure was comforting. He was a thin, hard-looking man wearing a denim vest over a T-shirt that read Kiss My Bass. The flailing green fish erupted from his chest, already hooked. He held a flip phone to his ear while he smoked, the cigarette see-sawing as he spoke.

“What kind of injuries does he have?” the cabbie asked, phone chin-wedged to his shoulder. “They want to know how bad he’s hurt. Is he talking?”

“I didn’t really look.”

“Why don’t you run down there and check?”

The kid was gurgle-moaning as I approached, one of his feet dragging noisily back and forth on the ground. I stopped a few feet away, stomach-sick with empathy pain, staring afraid at the thick clots of crimson slicked into his hair and pooling on the pavement. I crouched down by his face and reached out to squeeze his hand, which was about all I could manage in that moment. I wondered if he could feel my skin, whether my presence here during this moment would register in any meaningful way. He was pretty, skin soft like an infant’s, with an expensive-looking and elaborately shaved white-blond haircut. His gasps came with mint whiffs, and it made me sad to see how much work he’d put into his newly destroyed face—a ragged flap scraped off his eyebrow, a purpled lump rising in his hairline, his lips crusted and foamy. Eventually I whispered something to him that you once told me: “remember this is just a moment, and all moments end.”

Maybe I imagined the cheek-twitch of recognition. Maybe not.

Eventually two police cruisers pulled down into the parking lot, while another parked on the shoulder behind the taxi. Rain drifted at us sideways from the forest as cop radios rambled at the car’s empty interiors. I sat on a massive stump for nearly fifteen minutes before anyone thought to address me. I gave my account to an attractive woman with a tight black ponytail. While we talked two paramedics kneeled beside the kid and shone flashlights in his eyes. He remained unconscious, having rolled at some point on to his back luxuriously, but they readjusted him and pulled an oxygen mask down over his face. That’s when he began to vomit, pinkish stomach contents filling his mask until he choked and spat, involuntarily whimpering.

I thought once I’d told my story I could head back into the woods unnoticed, but the cops wanted me to come to the Victoria Police Department. They’d already stopped a truck, only a few clicks down the highway, and they wanted me to ID the assailant. I sat in an air conditioned room an hour later, my soggy bag under my feet, as the cops waited for the others to arrive.

“Hopefully this won’t take too long,” one of them said.

“They’re thinking brain damage at this point, with a head wound like that. Without you we’ve got no leads. You’re the reason this guy will do time.”

“Good job.”

I asked to use the washroom, and one of them led me down a hallway and opened the door with a key. After I finished, as I swung the door open, I was met eye-to-eye with the truck driver as he swished through the automatic doors at the end of the hallway. I meant nothing to him, of course, and as leftover urine spotted my underwear I watched as his female companions were led from the cold blackness of the parking lot into the station behind him. The first was Cleopatra-proud, chin jutting with dignity, though she was barefoot and bleeding. The second wasn’t so cooperative, and was bouncing back and forth between two flustered fat cops, who held their hands back as if in fear of a wild animal. She was young—sixteen or seventeen—and her flesh was hyper-alive with feral, drunk rage. Throwing her weight into one officer she propelled herself into a flying roundhouse that nearly caught the other one in the throat. She hit the ground hard, howled ape-like as she kicked her feet uselessly at the sky. It was a violent, bombastic, pointlessly beautiful spectacle and neither of her friends were there to witness it. Only me. As one officer pinned her face to the ground with his knee, she wrenched her face into position and clenched her teeth into the meat of his shin. I was transfixed. I’ve spent my whole life trying to summon up that sort of emotion. I’ve never been able to fight back.

The kid survived, I found out later. The cops made me promise to show up in court a few weeks later, then drove me back to the edge of the highway. White-gold, the sun incinerated the horizon as it cast its deep black morning shadows. Across the ways the trees congratulated me, groan-rocking, their limbs outstretched in preparation for the coming applause. And you said I was useless.

The Kootenay Goon

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shadowheartwife · 4 years ago

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Frozen 3: Melt (ACT 1: SCENES 1-3)

ACT ONE:

Scene 1

As the title screen rushes away in a flurry we cut to Elsa in the forest, Anna in the palace. They sing a duet, harmonizing in a way that shows their deep connection despite the distance - miles apart, but still in tune with one another. No, I'm not going to even attempt to write a song, just assume Kristen and Idina knock it out of the park and it makes people's hearts explode.

During the song, when Elsa is on screen, we see the Northuldra and reindeer herd. While Anna is on screen we see new parts of the palace, and hints of wedding décor and dress designs in the background.

Scene 2

We are looking at a very boring, quite confusing looking tome, notes from King Agnar and Queen Idunna. We hear a soft “pst.” The book is set down, from the POV of the reader. We have an extreme close up of Olaf.

“Anna, you HAVE to join me and Sven, we do this thing where I try to toss donuts onto his antlers and if I win, I eat them, and if I miss, he eats them, and so far I’ve had none and Sven has had seventeen, and I really need you on my team right now.”

Anna looks exhausted, but perks up and gives a glance at Sven. Her eyebrows shoot up when she sees how bloated he is. Seventeen donuts might not be an exaggeration.

We see her desk littered with papers, ink, letters, the royal seal, all of it in a jumble. Her hair is escaping her bun in wisps.

“You know I would love to -”

“Yay!” Olaf and Sven begin to turn, Olaf giving a little jump and Sven struggling to waddle out the door.

“- but I need to finish reading this trade manifest from my parents. I need to know more about the trade routes, our partners, their deals…”

“That all sounds horrifically boring.” Olaf says plainly. Sven grunts in agreement (and indigestion). “Oh Kristoff! You! You like donuts!”

Kristoff has just entered the doorway. He leans against it awkwardly as the snowman and his reindeer give him puppy-dog eyes.

“Donuts? Count me in!” He looks up for a moment and sees Anna, then hesitates. “I’m sorry guys, Anna asked me to look over the history of the kingdom with her. It’s kind of important to know if I’m marrying the queen.” He approaches Anna, fixes her disheveled bun, and plants a soft kiss on her mouth, which has ink smeared on it from her nibbling the quill.

“More donuts for us! Join us when you’re done being boring nerds!” Olaf shouts over his shoulder as he and a pudgy Sven leave the room.

Anna sighs, placing her face in her hands.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong? You’ve got this, you’re doing everything you can for Arendelle.”

“There’s so much to know. So many names and places to memorize! I need to learn the expectations of all our trade partners -”

“- at least there’s one less to memorize with the Southern Isles being banned,” Kristoff quips.

Anna shows a slight smile that quickly fades. “Exactly, we lost a supplier, an ally. Some of our merchants are struggling…” Anna shakes her head. “Aren’t you overwhelmed by all of this too, future King of Arendelle?” She giggles playfully, though still visibly stressed.

Kristoff laughed nervously. “Well, to be honest…”

*Montage of Kristoff supposed to be studying but getting distracted in a number of comical ways: food, Sven and Olaf dancing, a seamstress walking by with potential wedding dresses, falling asleep…*

“Kristoff!” Anna playfully cuffs him. “We have to get this right. Our people depend on us. Elsa... Elsa trusts us. She put her faith in me, and in you.”

“I know. I feel the pressure, too. I used to harvest ice and now I’m supposed to help you rule an entire kingdom. Talk about a plot twist. It’s terrifying.”

Scene 3

An abrupt cut to Elsa sarcastically saying “I’m terrified.” Bruni, in reference to Mushu’s introduction to Mulan, plays with flame and shadow to make himself look like a monstrous dragon. Gale fans the flames to increase the effect. Ryder and Honeymaren are laughing hysterically.

Yelana walks by and gets startled. “I didn’t know you were back from your latest trip to Ahtohallan. Nor did I expect that you’d find a dragon there!” Bruni runs out and jumps into Yelana’s outstretched hands. “You’re a little menace, aren’t you!” Bruni playfully growls at her.

“I just returned this morning,” Elsa began.

“What did you learn from the memories this time?”

“It was strange, the memories were from outside of Arendelle, outside of the forest, somewhere I’ve never been. I don’t know whose memories they were.” Elsa and Yelana take a seat, Ryder and Honeymaren listening in.

“I saw a boy, and then I was the boy. I was frustrated, lonely, and felt invisible. The boy felt the way I did when I was locked away in my room as a child, when I hid my powers. There were other boys in the room, but they were cruel, they acted like I wasn’t there. The boy… didn’t know what love felt like. He only knew fear.”

“Did the boy ask for help?” Yelana asked.

“No, he didn’t. He couldn’t. He wanted only to be seen, is all.”

“Hmm. I wish we could help him. How old were the memories, could you tell? Was it old, like your grandfather’s memories?” Honeymaren and Ryder nestle in closer.

“No, they weren’t that old, but I don’t think the boy is a child anymore.”

“Did he turn into a monster like Bruni?” Ryder asked jokingly.

Elsa giggled. “That would be sad, but maybe he did.”

#helsa #frozen 3 #frozen 3: melt #frozen #elsa

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