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May 20, 2018 03:54PM
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((I can))Deion sat in the square, on the cement sidewalk. He was waiting for the televisions in the shop windows to turn back on, but they stayed black and disappointing. What the heck was happening?
Sacha was looking around, desperately trying to find someone she knew. Not even seeing Deion, she tripped over his leg and almost fell facefirst into the ground, but caught herself and instead fell on her butt. “Sorry” she winced
((Sacha is me all day XD))He looked down at a girl who was now on the ground. “Um . . . what?” He raised an eyebrow. “What are you doing down there?”
((i did this yesterday, thats the only reason I wrote that XD))
She stood up quickly. "I tripped over your legs and fell, I'm sorry if I hurt you" she repeated.
She stood up quickly. "I tripped over your legs and fell, I'm sorry if I hurt you" she repeated.
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He smiled slightly. “I’m good. Are you, though?”
She returned his smile. “I think I’m okay. Probably some minor bruising if anything” she dusted herself off. “I’m Sacha by the way”
“Okay,” he stared behind her at a lamppost as it sparked and fell, the glass shattering as it did.
She jumped out of the way before the lamppost could hit her in the head. “Great. Just my luck” she muttered, picking out a piece of glass in her am.
He stared at the ground where the lamp was laying. “Gosh,” He said, surprised. “What is happening?” He looked up at her, searching for an answer. The televisions were still dark.
“Me? How am I supposed to know? I don’t know anyone, nobody is even trying to help me, Not to mention everyone’s weird obsession with love, or rather, most peoples” she scoffed, but then sighed after a moment. “I just want to go home”
He frowned. That made absolutely no sense. He stared at the black television, trying to puzzle it out, before the screen suddenly lit up. His eyes widened, surprised. It stayed blue for a second before cutting to a static-y reporter.
Sacha tried to look over the crowd of people around the televisions, but was struggling due to her height. “What are they saying?” She asked the boy, standing on her tiptoes. Why was she so short?! Life was unfair...
He stood up and grabbed her arm, pulling her to the front of the crowd with him. The reporter was saying something about five territories, or as they called it, dimensions, and the different affects of these separations. “How did it happen?” He asked Sacha, still confused.
“Something about a comet. I think we were split into five different sections, what are people calling them? Love, Norm, Electric, Light and......death” she shuddered, hoping they weren’t in the death dimension. She had no wish to die, not yet at least.
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“What are we in?” He asked. Outwardly he projected a calm face, but inside he was a tiny bit scared. What if they were in the Death section? Or Light? Who knew if that meant fire, like burning, or light, like the sun. And electric? He watched the two people fly overhead on winged horses. What the heck was the Advisor? If someone would just explain!
"Well they are going to the death dimension so we can't be there. It doesn't look like the electric dimension....and it isn't bright enough to be light so......oh no" Sacha put her head in her hands. "We are in the love dimension" she said, giving him a sad look.
“Oh dang,” he said. Love dimension? As if. Maybe this would mean people would just be nice. He could stand that.
“Oh dang is right. I don’t know about you, but I can’t stand romance.....reading Romeo and Juliet in school nearly killed me...all the pining and ughh” she shook her head with a shiver.
“Pining.” He shuddered. “Ew.” He turned away from the staticy news reporter and went back to his curb.
“Exactly! Everyone else thought it was cute.” She winced. “I’m talking too much again, aren’t I?”
He shrugged. “Not really.” At least she was being nice … unless it was just the affects of this weird love dimension thingy.
“Oh. Well I am, please tell me because I tend to talk too much.” She sat down next to the lamppost. “Do you think we will ever be able to go back?” She asked
“Back where?” He snorted. Home? This was his home.
“Not that I want to go back, but at least some idea of regular old earth” she said, a little hurt.
“Oh. Right. Regular old earth,” he said distantly. The clouds seemed kind of fractured too, but at least they were still there. “Have you ever thought about clouds?” He blurted. Floating water. It kind of blew his mind.
((sorry!!!! I didn't get the notification))
"Yeah, It's weird to think that there is almost an ocean above us, but we don't notice beacuse of the shape and coloring to them" Sacha said without thinking. "I mean, yeah...they're cool"
"Yeah, It's weird to think that there is almost an ocean above us, but we don't notice beacuse of the shape and coloring to them" Sacha said without thinking. "I mean, yeah...they're cool"
((Lol it’s ok))“Yeah,” he agreed, not mentioning the fact that it bugged him how she seemed to downplay her intellect.
"Just yeah?" She smiled softly. "You don't talk much do you?"
“Why should I talk when there’s nothing to say?” He frowned. It was really quite simple.
"That's a good point" she shrugged
((Omg I just realized we have so many rps))He nodded and stood up. “What are we supposed to do?”
((It's a little scary. But not as scary as the amount of rp's Lisa and I have, that is truly terrifying XD))
"Live here? Until we go back, I guess" she suggested lamely
"Live here? Until we go back, I guess" she suggested lamely
((ahh that’s too funny XD))“Live here?” His expression morphed into one of almost terror. “For how long?” He didn’t know why he was asking her, of all people. Why would she have the answers? He’d be better off asking authority, like a park ranger or police officer or something.
"I....I don't know, hopefully not for long but you can't just stay here on the street..." she trailed off, because he probably could. There seemed to be nobody around who would know the actual answer, which kind of scared her.
“Where are any … official people?” He asked, mostly to himself. He scanned the streets; everyone out seemed to be commoners or tourists and the like. “Shouldn’t this be, like, a big deal?”
