TW: Gun appearance, feeling of being watched (the character's feeling)
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Client: Klarie Solimé
Occupation: Student
Age: 13
Ability: [???]
Residence: 34C, Frett Mont, Regalia Desiderae Subdivision
Contact No.: [???]
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[𝙺𝙻𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙴 𝙸𝙳𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙵𝙸𝙴𝙳]
[𝙲𝙾𝙽𝙽𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙾 𝚆𝙰𝚃𝙲𝙷 𝙲𝙰𝙼𝚂...]
𝚆𝙰𝚃𝙲𝙷𝙲𝙰𝙼 (4)
Klarie squinted at the scorching sun halfway on the steps of Cladmond Academy, an all girls school.
Steps clacking against stone rushed up from behind her, she felt impact on her back, struggling to maintain her balance, she stumbled forward. "Dehlia! What did I say about doing that?!" She half-heartedly scoffed at her friend.
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Associate: Dehlia Woods-Myers
Occupation: Student
Age: 13
Ability: None
Residence: 12A, Frett Mont, Farewester Subdivision
Contact No.: xxxx-xxxxx
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"Bold of you to assume I'll ever stop doing that!" Dehlia giggled in that unnaturally high-pitched voice of hers that had always unnerved Klarie, she herself never understood why she decided to befriend the girl, nor could she know why she decided to stay.
She stared at the mirror in front of a water fountain to they're side, blue, lingering black, green, dark yellow.
"Don't you have Bio to go to by now?"
"Hypocrite! You've already missed first period!"
"Dehl, I've skipped school all week so far, what makes you think today will be different?"
Dehlia huffed, "Fine! Go do whatever rebellious shit you plan to do! I'm not covering for you this time!" Klarie looked behind her as she left the steps of Cladmond, aiming a steady glare it her, flashing a bird against her back.
She really needed to let Dehlia go one day, she just doesn't know what's stopping her.
𝚆𝙰𝚃𝙲𝙷𝙲𝙰𝙼 (2)
She didn't know the reason but lately she's felt like she's being watched.
Walking through the streets of her subdivision, she hummed a song to herself, the humming tune to the chorus of 'Hallelujah' filling the silence of her dead and unwelcome subdivision, she swore she heard neighbor Lennie slap her husband though.
She spotted a man by the corner of one of the buildings, his smile, despite to be bright and 'warm' unnerved her, looking to a window of the house nearby...extremely dark yellow, red, and black, just black.
She felt her blood run cold, a shiver went down her spine. Klarie knew she had to get out of there.
Starting off with a jog, she broke out into a sprint, she realized last minute, she knew this guy.
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"Mommy! Mommy!" the girl tried to get her mother's attention.
"Not now dear, Dr. Williams and Mr. Rutheford have arrived, you go play in your room while Mommy takes care of the guests alright?"
The little girl, presumably Klarie as a five year-old, nodded vigorously.
Her small feet slapped against tile, obediently listening to her mother and going to her room.
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Not A Wasteland (A Lie) || Original
General FictionThese stories, written into script, are but aftermaths of what would've happened in fantasy, and everyone who steps into the fray, are the ones to bear witness. This is not a wasteland, I promise. [A COMPILATION OF SHORT ORIGINAL STORIES BY C.M]
