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witchofthechalk) wrote2011-07-24 12:19 am
witchofthechalk) wrote2011-07-24 12:19 am
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Post Thirty Three: Sorting Things Out
[Tiffany is tired. No, worse. She's not tired, at least not properly tired. Properly tired was spending two days on your feet without sleep. It was helping a new mother give birth to twins. It was when you spent your time on something that made the sheer exhaustion feel like an accomplishment rather then a weakness. No she wasn't tired. Not really.
But she was worried. And she dreams of eyeless things, angry music and gingerbread houses in the woods. And she decides since she's a witch she's going to have to do something about all this. Or a few things.
A. Housemates: Tiffany is sitting on the living room floor while she goes through the small wooden box of her small things from home.
B. Tiffany is walking down the street with a broomstick floating in the air behind her. She's holding onto it by a string as she walks along.
C. Susan, people at Susan's house. There is a witch knocking on the door.
But she was worried. And she dreams of eyeless things, angry music and gingerbread houses in the woods. And she decides since she's a witch she's going to have to do something about all this. Or a few things.
A. Housemates: Tiffany is sitting on the living room floor while she goes through the small wooden box of her small things from home.
B. Tiffany is walking down the street with a broomstick floating in the air behind her. She's holding onto it by a string as she walks along.
C. Susan, people at Susan's house. There is a witch knocking on the door.
D. There is a girl and a broom on a hill. While that might be a little odd, the strange thing is that she's flying. Rather low to the ground but still flying. It helps her think.
ooc: Tiffany is now able to hear spill words.]
ooc: Tiffany is now able to hear spill words.]
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In short, yes, but it took more effort.
And then they decided to punish us. And started murdering people. The people didn't appear the next day and they started to tell us that some of us had been replaced by monsters who were killing us. They gave us names of course. A new list to go with the killings every day.
And as more and more people were killed overnight, people started to turn on each other. Especially if your name was on the lists more then once.
Sorry for late! I was on a plane heading home. Feel free to ignore.
What a silly thing to be upset about. I thought these same people were lining up to request Grandfather's services for a shiny trinket or a few more superpowers a month ago.
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In the end the town had a good laugh at us. Some tv show of some sort played and told us how horrible we were. That sort of thing.
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It's just a shame that he has such a terrible sense of humour. Though I suppose you don't run across many kidnappers who would get amusement out of being nice to people.
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