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  • I LIE IN BED I HATE MY GUTS // private

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 500px;][justify][sub]They say people in comas were fully aware of anything and everything around them. Eski's eyelids fluttered, and her heart simply broke upon seeing Sky, who couldn't even enter the room and Wolfeh, who was burrowed away into her trench coat.



    Tony just shook his head stubbornly. "Who did it?" he said, breaking the horrible silence that hung like smoke in the air. Looking around at the not-so-familiar faces in the room, from Bedlam with his cheerful little white roses to Stormy with her half-perplexed/half-worried look. "Who shot her?" Was it anyone in this room? Shadow? Well, that could possibly be it, seeing as Eski was always going on and on about how she didn't trust him, how she hated that he was trying to put the moves on her best friend, Calico. "It was him, wasn't it?" he whispered, half to himself.

  • go alone my flower *private* and keep your whole lovely you

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 500px;][justify][sub]Tony didn't know whether to laugh or to cry, and a hysterical guffaw threatened to spill out of his lips. He refused to be caught giggling at a time of such grief, but he also didn't want to break down and cry in front of Prink. He was a man, for Gods' sake, and the girl in front of him wasn't even leaking a single tear. His lower lip trembled slightly and he let out a dry chuckle.


    "I'm going to punch that son of a bitch right in the face when I find him."

  • go alone my flower *private* and keep your whole lovely you

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 500px;][justify][sub]"Well, who else would want Eski dead? Three bullets to the stomach couldn't mean just a few warning shots." Tony mulled over the list of people who would want Eski dead;


    That Polish guy Eski conned out on antique gold ring--no, he never even saw Eski's true face and thought she was named Anya Starkova.
    Catherine Zeta-Jones--mm, probably not. Eski had just made herself up to look like her and made everyone think she was pregnant.
    Shadow.


    Tony just shook his head. Prink was probably right, since the Logan Lerman lookalike was linked to her. Tony began to wonder if he had a shadow-self. His shadow-self would probably be a vain, arrogant, proud, murderous bastard. Well, wait. Would someone's shadow-self be the exact opposite of their counterpart? Well, in that case, Tony's shadow would be a kind, sweet, bubbly chipper little girl. Tony snorted aloud at the thought of him as a little boy with pigtails, wearing a pink dress.

  • #imstillwithher ♡ alora's chat

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 500px;][justify][sub]gah finally back from kentucky
    is was wet and cold yet somehow warm and oh god i hated it
    my aunt's okay, but she's still fine


    eski's gonna wake up from her coma :D

  • I LIE IN BED I HATE MY GUTS // private

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 500px;][justify][sub]Several days later, Eski awoke, mouth agape and eyes wide open.


    She was different--obviously--not just in demeanor, but appearance as well. Her features were softer, less edgy and snide. Her hair was a touch lighter and her eyes were a tad darker, her chocolate locks tinted with a hint of indigo, but she was still unmistakably her, with an obvious Kaya Scodelario-like face, yet different. Altered slightly.


    She gasped and let out a small whimper, her hands flying to the stitches on her stomach. Finger tracing the slight bumps they left under her too-loose hospital gown, she looked around the room in awe. What had happened? Why was she here? Eski squeezed her eyes closed, wincing as she had momentary flashes of the past. A distorted voice, three gunshots ringing out, the feeling of immense pain, and finally, the soft thud of her hitting the ground. The brunette groaned slightly, rubbing her temples.

  • I LIE IN BED I HATE MY GUTS // private

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 500px;][justify][sub]Eski smiled widely at Bedlam's quieter, more calm welcome, opening her mouth to say something, but was abruptly cut off by Prink. The brunette rolled her eyes and grinned, but her beam slid off her face as soon as the questions started. She didn't know the answer to nearly any of them.


    "No clue what happened to me, no idea who shot me and no hint as to why." The girl smiled despite herself, olive eyes twinkling. "Hi, Bedlam."

  • I LIE IN BED I HATE MY GUTS // private

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 500px;][justify][sub]"Missed you, too, Puppy Dog." Eski's eyes closed momentarily upon Bedlam's kiss on her forehead, and she peered over his shoulder at Sky. Her orbs lit up with glee as she laughed happily, holding out a hand for Skylar to take. Oh, how she had missed her best friend.


    Glancing from Lammy, to Prink, to Skylar, the brunette puzzled over something. Why was she here? "Um, I actually have a few questions to ask. I don't remember anything. I mean, obviously I remember stuff, just not... current events. I remember looking for machetes and then nothing."

  • HOLLYWOOD INFECTED YOUR BRAIN // open

    The young son of Snappaw and Marspaw trotted into the medicine cat den, carrying half-dead flowers in his maw--they were the best he could find. Flashkit felt guilty, seeing as he hadn't talked to his parents or siblings in quite a while, especially his mother, whom he was very close to. "Mom? Dad?" he called.


    The black smoke's fluffy kit fur had sleeked out quite a lot, and the difference in the tom's appearance was shocking. He had grown taller and more graceful, contrasting with his clumsy steps that he had had to deal with not but a moon earlier.

  • I LIE IN BED I HATE MY GUTS // private

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 500px;][justify][sub]Eskimo flinched at Shrader's hug, for reasons she couldn't explain. "Uh, hi, sis." She turned her attention to Sky and frowned. "I can deduce that much, but... how am I still alive? What happened? How long was I out?"

  • HOLLYWOOD INFECTED YOUR BRAIN // open

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 500px;][justify][sub]Flashy spat the flowers out of his mouth, licking his paw to get rid of the fowl taste--the juices of the wildflower tasted absolutely pungent. He smiled up at his grandfather with kitten-like innocence and mewed, "No, I just missed Mommy and Daddy." The black smoke angled his body towards Midnightkit. "Hi, Midnight. I'm Flashkit."


    Flashkit tumbled over, giggling at his father's enthusiastic welcome, and he was soon back on his feet, grinning affectionately at his dad. "Hi, Daddy." Once the tom kit caught sight of his mother, he rushed to greet her, thrusting his head forward to nuzzle Snappy. "Mommy, look, I got you and dad flowers!"