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There are AE balls and AE chat threads, but Nymph and Sea Glass never like to go out, not where there are people (as do I). So this is a thread about what they do all day, maybe a sort of diary or log of their introverted/antisocial activities.
There might be RPing. They might talk. They might ramble on for entire posts directed at no one about whatever it is they're thinking. I don't know, but feel free to join.
Try to stay away from shipping and drama; this is about your AEs as beings with complex characters doing stuff in their spare time. Or what they do in the time that isn't spare. That might include social interactions, or it might not. Post the name of the AE of focus at the beginning of each comment, and develop.
submitted by Viola?, age Secret, Secret
(February 5, 2018 - 10:37 am)
(February 5, 2018 - 10:37 am)
That could have been a bit nicer...
(December 21, 2018 - 6:24 am)
So could have that. I wasn't saying stop to Aquamarine. Honestly... *Throws hands up* People around here are to quick to judge.
(December 21, 2018 - 1:55 pm)
That might just be me. Still, it was more intense and dramatic than was necessary.
(December 26, 2018 - 12:10 pm)
I tried drawing today.
Icy's drawings are odd. I don't understand them. She says she almost has one every time she draws one, but... They all look misshapen to me.
Drawing was... Strange. It went well, but the finished product wasn't what I expected. I left the drawing in my usual hiding spot for items, then wandered away, taking an improvised route back to the house in the end.
I began to wonder if we would ever leave, but my thoughts were interrupted by a catbird calling outside, which I recorded.
Maybe if I were different...
(December 20, 2018 - 10:31 pm)
((This is a conversation between Sebastion and Jericho, but is still in Jericho’s POV.))
As my thoughts start to surround me more, the scenery seems to change in-sync with my mind. The colors of the city starts to flush together, and as my vision gets blurry, I close my eyes.
When I open my eyes, I take some more time to see were I am. The sky has a deep pink color to it, and the blue clouds make it more stunning. The sun is about to set, so gold light peeks out only a little bit, and highlights certain objects. I’m on a beach, and the only sounds are the ocean, but that song quickly gets washed out, when my focus goes onto the overwhelming noise from a bridge to my right. It has graffiti on it, some amazing, others... not so much.
“It's beautiful, isn’t it?” In shock, I quickly turn my head, only to be fairly disappointed, when I only see Sebastion.
I nod my head quietly, as we stand there for a small moment. I can see that his head is tilted down slightly, and his skin is paler than usual.
“What’s wrong? The fact that you aren’t annoying me about anything is al-“
“Stop being obnoxious. You know what I’m thinking about.”
I stand there in confusion, as I didn’t know he even knew what that word meant. Then, I start to feel my face warming up.
But, I do know what he’s thinking about. He’s remembering something or other. That’s the only times he acts like this. When he acts so afraid.
“Follow me.”
Without hesitation, Sebastion takes my hand, and leads me under the bridge. A million memories start to flood into my mind. Memories of going to this beach before, just walking, and skipping stones. Not having a care in the world.
I want to stop here, but then I see Sebastion, his face scrunched in a way only someone who knows were they’re going has. I don’t know why, but I start to feel left out. He seems to have grown in personality, without any need to talk to me about it. I’m his brother. Why hasn’t he been talking to me?
He leads me more, until I have to stop to catch a break. I never said that I was much of a athletic person, but we’ve been walking for what seems to be miles. “Sebastion, we’re are you taking me? And why is it so far away from everything else?”
Sebastion looks at me for a second, but then turns his head. I can see he’s becoming amused at my current state of confusion, judging by the way his lips curled up slightly when I said that.
“You’ll see. I promise I won’t put you in any danger, my fair lady.”
“Shut up.”
He chuckles, and we start to head to this “mystery area” again. After a while, I start to slow down, not because I’m tired, but because I see something.
The sand, no. The world seems to have a huge gaping hole at the end. It seems like something gigantic took a bite out of the side of here, because there are rigid points were it ends.
Out of curiosity, I look down the hole. What I see, absolutely terrifies me.
Nothing. I see nothing. I don’t see a giant mechanical meat grinder, or a rabid animal. I see nothing. I quickly turn around and stare at Sebastion, hoping for some context.
“It’s horrific, isn’t it.”
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I think I’ll continue this, maybe tomorrow. Also, could I have constructive criticism? I wanna improve on my writing! :)
(December 21, 2018 - 9:00 pm)
*Officially intrigued*
(December 22, 2018 - 12:23 am)
((This is also Jericho and Sebastion, but may have a new character... *cough* *cough*))
The twilight sky quickly turns to night, and I can see the stars again. I can only name a few of the constellations, but I desperately wish to learn more about them.
“Yeah. It is horrific. Why- no, how do you even find this place?”
Sebastion doesn’t look at me. I’m worried about him. He hasn’t been talking to me. Is this why? This gigantic gaping hole at the end of this world?
“I wander around here a lot. This memory is nice. But then I was walking around, and saw that the memory was being forgotten. Y’know, like that movie inside out.”
My mind immediately goes off, wanting to yell at Sebastion. He’s supposed to be the part of the mind that remembers things, right?
“Wh- what?! What other memories are we forgetting? Why is this happening?”
I can see Sebastion doesn’t want to answer. But he holds up. I admire him for how long he can face something like this.
“It’s Annabelle. She’s making him forget all of the amazing moments he’s had with his family. She’s using his family as a excuse to act the way she does.”
I feel my heart beating faster. We’ve both done that before, or at least I have.
Again, the scenery starts to change. I close my eyes, before I feel soft wind pushing me backwards. I open my eyes, only to see that we’re in the sky.
I’m terrified at first, since I’m afraid of heights, but then stop, when I realize that we’re on an island. An island in the sky.
The sky is a light purple, turning darker, darker, darker, until it becomes a deep navy blue. The overwhelming clouds almost cover the black, horrific storm up ahead, that’s coming for us.
I look around some more, only to see her. Annabelle.
She looks only 11 or 12, 13 at the most. She has short, wavy rose gold hair, slightly obscuring her face. She has a surgeon mask on, that covers her nose, mouth and chin. I can tell that she has some facial deformity there. She’s dressed in a dark navy blue school girl outfit, with a skirt, as well.
I step backwards, before reaching the edge of the island. Before I fall, Sebastion grabs my arm, and pulls me back. I look at him, and see that he obviously wasn’t expecting to meet Annabelle here, either.
Before I can say anything, Sebastion walks toward Annabelle, and speaks. “Nice weather out here, isn’t it?”
(December 22, 2018 - 9:22 pm)
((sorry for how weird my last post on here looks, I copied and pasted it from notes, and it ended up looking really strange. This is a continuation of my last post on here, so I recommend reading those first before jumping into this one. This is still Jericho’s POV.))
I stare daggers at Sebastian when he says that. I nudge his arm to get his attention.
“That doesn’t seem to be helping. Try not to be a ‘comedian’ here, I don’t think Annabelle will appreciate that.”
I look at Annabelle again, a see that she’s staring right at us, with her piercing black eyes. Before I can say anything, though, Sebastion speaks again.
“We don’t wanna hurt you, Annie. We just, haven’t seen you before. Your becoming a bit of a problem, actually...” After he says this, he takes a step toward Annabelle, and she takes a step backwards, putting herself at the edge of the island.
I start to feel my heart beat faster. This can’t happen. Æs can’t...
The wind starts to blow harder on us, and the storm is too close for comfort. I’m starting to have trouble standing still, since the wind is so strong. I can barely hear my thoughts, much less Sebastian, either.
I can see that Sebastian is trying to stop Annabelle from falling. We’re would she end up if she fell? There doesn’t seem to be a ground. She’d Just be falling forever.
Sebastian tries to walk closer to me, but is pushed back by the wind. He stumbles around before getting back on his feet.
I look at Annabelle. Surprisingly, she doesn’t seem to be effected by the wind at all. She stands there, as still as a statue, not even her hair moving in the wind. She then looks at me, not with anger, but fear.
She’s completely terrified of us.
Out of impulse, I reach a hand toward her. “We won’t hurt you!” I try to say, but the wind carries my voice away.
She then puts her hand out to me, and waves.
Annabelle takes one more look at us until she tilts her body backward, and plummets.
My heart stops as I see her falling.
Down.
Down.
Down.
I slide down onto my hands and knees. She’ll always be here. Tormenting Him. She’ll always be out of reach. I finally understand.
I glance at Sebastian. He doesn’t have any emotion on his face. He looks as if he didn’t just see his sister plummet into nothing. Finally, I snap.
“WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!” I scream.
He doesn’t look at me.
“The storm is about to get rid of this world,” he says. “We need to leave. Now.”
(January 8, 2019 - 8:42 pm)
Eden-
I wake up to the piercing noise of my alarm clock. I open my eyes and look at the ceiling. Another day of doing things wrong. I reach out of press the off button, stretching my hand out. “Get up lazy bones!”. Riley shakes me vigorously. “Stop.”
“No, you stop being a bummer.”
“Haha.”
I get called a bummer a lot. Ruining everyone’s day. An example of my “bummer-ness” was a few days ago. Things were loud in the house. Jasper was barking, Riley was singing, Koi was cooking and dropping pots and pans on the floor. I went down stairs and yelled at everyone. The whole scene went quiet. Even Jasper shut up. It was nice at the beginning, getting some relaxing silence. But, I realized the awfulness of the situation, the discomfort I had caused for my family. I went downstairs to apologize. I found nothing but a note on the dining table, it read. “We went to the mall so that we would get out of your way, Jasper is with us.”
Ouch. They weren’t that much of a burden. Look what you did.
I figured that since they left, I could leave too. Not too have fun though, besides I don’t have anyone who would want to hang out with me. It was too burn all my mistakes, I had written everything that I had messed up on. So when I started to get too confident in myself, I’d remind myself of everything I did wrong so that I don’t become full of myself. Riley is for that. That small bit of confidence that keeps Hooded going. I scoop of three thick notebooks and drop them into my back pack. I walk down stairs, Open the door, run outside and hop on my bike. The cold air flows through my hair and whips against my
tail. When I arrive at the beach, I immediately trip on a rock. I would usually write that down in my journal. But, I’m not going too. I’m putting this life behind. I step onto the beach.
I take a lighter from my pocket and place it on the sand. Then I take my backpack off and unzip it, I take each book out one at a time, flipping through to remind myself, just to stay humble. I set the books down and turn the lighter on. I set the papers on fire, it’s huge and smoky. I look down the beach to see another AE, Seaglass I think. Xe look scared and xe run away.
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Hey guys, I feel like I don’t focus enough on Eden, she’s a big part of me and needs a spotlight. I’ve never done this before. I hope it works! @Viola, did I do Seaglass’s pronouns right?
(December 22, 2018 - 9:51 pm)
Yes! Yes, you did.
Sea Glass
It is a cold day, cloudy but still. I wander down again to the shore shortly after noon.
A column of smoke puffs up from beyond a rocky rise. I freeze. Fires are... uncommon here. I find myself compelled to investigate. Moving my feet proves to be more difficult than I expected, as though they have suddenly been petrified or rooted into the sand. Somehow I manage.
An AE with caramel hair stands above the flames. I have seen her before, though I cannot recall her name. She looks up. I flinch—more than flinch, I jump—and run stumblingly back along my former path.
I do not go far. As adrenaline recedes, sense and guilt set in. I slow to a halt out of her sight and reflect. What was she doing? Surely she meant no harm. I could apologize. I will wait to see if she comes. I will go partly back anyway. But... what was she doing? Never mind that, Nymph’s forests are not far from here. She will conceal me if necessity demands it, I hope.
(December 26, 2018 - 12:08 pm)
Admins please delete my post. I don’t want to create all those Æs... Yet.
OK, done.
Admin
(December 23, 2018 - 11:56 am)
Merry Christmas from Icy's storm! This post may involve the CBer in question a lot toward the beginning, but that'll change. Also, don't worry--I am going to be participating in An Admin Christmas, just not on Christmas Eve (it's just on Christmas, right? RIGHT? O-O)
❄
Narrator Thirty-Three opened a treasured book of poems and began to recite from it. "Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a m--" Thirty began.
"ThiiiIIIIIiiiiRTY!" Icy shrieked. "Snowy just ruined an entire roll of wrapping paper! Where's the spare?" Icy practically begged. Thirty sighed and snapped the poetry book shut.
"She takes this too seriously, doesn't she?" Dawn asked, balancing three boxes on one arm. The corner of Thirty's lips lifted in a slight smile. "It's like this every year. You'll get used to it." Thirty informed Dawn. For a second, the boxes on Dawn's arm swayed dangerously. Dawn forced a smile. "I see."
Dawn slid the three boxes onto a growing pile on the coffee table, then sprinkled a handful of glitter onto another box absentmindedly. Thirty had been forced--er, charged--with the task of keeping records, which suited her well. Clipboard in hand, he wrote down the names of gift receivers when she had to, but mostly wrote long, lyrical narrations in the paper's empty spaces.
Icy returned from the other room, wrapping paper in hand, with the polar bear cub plodding next to her feet. "Okay. Just got the last one wrapped. Thirty, are we missing anyone?" Icy asked.
Thirty consulted the clipboard. "The CBer missed three AEs and one CBer." Thirty reported. Icy tried to get one gift to every AE, CBer, and CAPTCHA on the Chatterbox each year. "That's Midnight, Cap, Sam, and Viola?." Thirty elaborated. Icy inhaled quickly. "Shoot. Okay, well... I have to go work on renting a sleigh for transportation, then I have to double-check with a few CBers who wanted a white Christmas. So I'll settle it--" Icy began.
Dawn, who was in the act of scattering glitter across one present's box and gluing sequins on another, paused. "I'll do it." She offered quietly. "You sure, Dawn? You are new--" Icy began. Dawn flinched. New. New AE. "She doesn't really have much of a personality yet..." "I don't know if I'll keep her."
"I can do it." Dawn repeated herself. "The Narrator will come." Thirty offered. Dawn paused for a moment, her hands stilling above the package she was decorating. "Well, great! If you two could just figure out a good present for them and rush over to the nearest Targé or Meijé, that'd be awesome." Icy told them.
And just like that, they were off.
At the heart of the Inkwell was a busy city, filled with towering skyscrapers. Though the Inkwell was bordered by fantasy and futuristic landscapes, towns, and suburbs, the heart was usually the area most visited in writing. And that heart was currently bustling. So Dawn made her way past an unusually large pile of snow and into a bright, cheerful shop, with Thirty trailing behind her.
There was a pause, an unusual silence between the two. Oh, how Dawn hated the awkwardness that she always brought.
"So," Dawn began slowly. "I was thinking we could get art supplies or something first." Dawn suggested timidly. Thirty just shrugged, for once not being very vocal. "Maybe... uhm, maybe sea-related stuff next?" Dawn tried. Keep it up Dawn, your new-ness is showing. Dawn thought, disgusted at herself in that moment. It was so strange, wasn't it? The fact that she was even upset at herself for being new, the fact that she used the word 'new-ness' even. 'New-ness'... Cringy.
But for now... "Merry Christmas." Someone she passed in a store aisle called out to her. She smiled just slightly. Why should she care? She had two days not to. She had two days to pretend the new-problem was solved.
"Merry Christmas."
(December 24, 2018 - 5:19 pm)
AHHH! DONT LET THIS SINK!!!!,
(January 4, 2019 - 9:21 pm)
Many thanks, O topper.
Mexi says oxxy!
(January 4, 2019 - 10:38 pm)
Cap~
I'm getting bored. Eris seems to have disappeared, for that I am grateful, and the scenery is gorgeous, but I've never been one for photography. I drop to the ground below, my fall softened by the six wings of a seraph, one of Rogue's favorite Biblical creatures. They disappear, leaving nothing in their wake as I tread softly on the forest grass. I crouch to examine a moonflower seed pod. Nodding to myself, I pull on it gently to see if it's ready to come away. It falls satisfyingly into my palm. Armed with the seed pod, I pull some stationary out of my hoodie pocket.
Hey Nymph.
I was wondering if you would like to go with me to the CB main drag or, if you prefer something quieter, we could plant moonflower seeds in one or both of our forests.
If you wouldn't like to do either then don't hesitate to say so. We could do something else, or if you don't want to do something together at the moment then maybe some other time.
Sincerely, Captain Xanara
Folding it up in an envelope, I send it through one of the many portals in this forest. I hope it gets to Nymph, and I hope she won't find it somewhere random. I'd hate to have mysterious litter in my forest, I'm sure she feels the same.
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Is this alright, Viola? ?
(January 5, 2019 - 1:53 am)