Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Wildlife: Aether: We Only Come Out at Night

The kitty ears looked natural in my hair. The red wine bra and panty set made my skin look even paler. I loved it. I slipped into my black lace dress, the reflection in the mirror did not look like me. She looked sexier. I looked sexy.

“Meow, kitty,” said my friend Nana, looking up from the bed.

“You like it?” I asked giving her a look and pushing my hip out.

“Yeah, fish has bite,” she said giggling.

“Fish wants to get bitten,” I said, winking. My Nana went to public school with my brother. She and he were sleeping together, but they were hiding it for my sake, but I knew. I always knew things. Things I wish I didn’t know. Sometimes the knowledge would just pop into my head and feel right, like a fact. I’d know it was true. Just, it’d be in my head, sometimes I’d catch the barest whisper. Sometimes.

I did not tell anyone that except Daniel, but he was my twin brother so it didn’t count.

“Earth to…” Nana snapped her fingers in front of my face.

“Yeah?” She pulled me out the door.

“Daniel,” I called, and he came running after us.

“Happy Halloween,” he said smiling. We had plans. I knew Nana didn’t. Halloween was our special night, and tonight our family was getting a little bigger. First we had to get through the day. I had to befriend the new girl. Her name was Rabbit, and I found her wholly interesting. Today was a good day for new beginnings.

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Wildlife: Cassette: Cool

My house was quiet. I woke up to silence. Usually, my brother had something going. The sun was up and it was time to be awake. No matter if I wanted to go back to bed, I just couldn’t. Lazily, I got up and wandered out into the living room, not even bothering to put anything on over my underwear. I stretched a little bit, realizing that my tits were hanging out.

I didn’t think anything more of it until I saw Chaotic. He was there, passed out on the couch. He looked peaceful. I smiled for a second, shrugged it off, then headed to the kitchen. I didn’t want anything. I just liked looking to see what we had. Today was the first day of school. Not that it mattered, I saw Sketch and Aether yesterday. However, seeing the teachers and others was always nice, wasn’t it?

Closing the fridge, I went back up to my room to get dressed. I stared at my closet, thinking about what to wear. Pink glitter dress seemed like a good idea, and since it was hanging from the ceiling fan, it was almost like I had put it out to begin with.
“Hey, Cas,” his creaky voice came from behind me, just as I pulled my dress straight.
“Hey.” I spun around, flashing him a smile before bending down to pick a cup up off the floor. He stepped over to me and kissed my forehead.

“What’s the plan?” he asked with a deep yawn.
“Going to school,” I said, leaning up to kiss his cheek. I blushed a little bit before looking around for my shoes. Silly me, I had left them on the television. I had to sit on the couch to put them on. Chaotic watched me as if I were an alien. It was sweet. I remember him taking my shoes off last night. I couldn’t remember much else. My house was quiet. I woke up to silence. Usually, my brother had something going. The sun was up and it was time to be awake. No matter if I wanted to go back to bed, I just couldn’t. Lazily, I got up and wandered out into the living room, not even bothering to put anything on over my underwear. I stretched a little bit, realizing that my tits were hanging out. I didn’t think anything more of it until I saw Chaotic. He was there, passed out on the couch. He looked peaceful. I smiled for a second, shrugged it off, then headed to the kitchen. I didn’t want anything. I just liked looking to see what we had. Today was the first day of school. Not that it mattered, I saw Sketch and Aether yesterday. However, seeing the teachers and others was always nice, wasn’t it? Closing the fridge, I went back up to my room to get dressed. I stared at my closet, thinking about what to wear. Pink glitter dress seemed like a good idea, and since it was hanging from the ceiling fan, it was almost like I had put it out to begin with. “Hey, Cas,” his creaky voice came from behind me, just as I pulled my dress straight. “Hey.” I spun around, flashing him a smile before bending down to pick a cup up off the floor. He stepped over to me and kissed my forehead. “What’s the plan?” he asked with a deep yawn. “Going to school,” I said, leaning up to kiss his cheek. I blushed a little bit before looking around for my shoes. Silly me, I had left them on the television. I had to sit on the couch to put them on. Chaotic watched me as if I were an alien. It was sweet. I remember him taking my shoes off last night. I couldn’t remember much else.

Monday, October 29, 2012

Wildlife: Rabbit: Pretty Faces

No one knows me here. That’s a blessing and a curse. I have no friends yet. Although, I have noticed plenty of cute people. There was this cute girl in Drama Class. “Rabbit?” the teacher said, touching my shoulder. We all had nicknames. Those of us who didn’t have them were assigned them. He went down amongst the rest of my new classmates, “Cassette. Sketch.” Yeah, I was going to like this school just fine. “Aether.” She had lavender and bubble gum colored hair. She was lovely. I managed to catch a better glimpse of her when she turned her head. My heart stopped for just a moment. The moment felt eternal, but my heart caught up and started to pound instead. Fuck. Life is confusing sometimes. I couldn’t help it. I didn’t realize it, but I was biting my bottom lip. I gasped and sat up straight, not realizing I might be drawing more attention to myself with my abrupt movement than if I had moved casually. “Welcome to Day One,” the teacher said before strolling back up to his desk, standing against it. He stood there for a minute, surveying our faces. “I’m Mr. Thompson,” he said with a forced smile. First day of a school always sucked, but now it was worse. It was only 10am and I wanted to go home. I felt like everyone had their eyes on me, and looking around the room didn’t help matter. Everyone looked so calm and collected, old hat as it were. They were nothing like the awkward new girl. “Hey,” there was a tap on my shoulder. “What?” I whispered back sharply. “You’re new?” “Yeah? Is that a bad thing?” “Not at all. English chick. I like that.” That was enough to make me smile. It might not be so bad here after all. My Mum had gone here and it seemed like she had a good time. Some of the stories she told seemed completely unbelievable. Though, there were a few of them that started to make more sense. Anything would be better than before though, so I had to take solace in that.

Friday, October 26, 2012

Wildlife: Chaotic: Little Sister

My mother is a cunt. My father was a drunk. My life was truly a mess, until my odd little treasure came. Cassette. With her absinthe green eyes and bedroom bleached hair. The pale delicate skin. Her voice, we'd spent hours on the phone. She wasn’t my mother's daughter, but she was my sister. Her soft accent pointed at my dad but nothing else about her was like him. She was kind and patient. My kid new sister. Even thinking the words changed my life. "Oi Charlotte, I don't see why we're taking her in" "It’s mum or mother and she's in need. You of all people should understand that." My mother said shooting me a look that could poison. So here we were flying off to New York City to be an instant family. I had to leave everything and everyone I had known to start my life over again. Not just a new city like some kids get, I was leaving to go to a completely new country. I wasn’t ready. I don’t think I would have ever been ready. I shook my head and returned to the dingy bathroom. Four years later and what was I doing? I needed to get home to her; she was probably nervous about school starting and needed someone to run lines with. I needed to shape up and grow up. My mother had disappeared with the dragon lady sometime in July. Cas and I were out. There was a hello kitty bank card with Cas's real name and note. I didn't look better, that I knew. I’d have to figure it out though. For her sake.

Thursday, October 25, 2012

Wildlife: Aether: Darts

The clicks and snaps were forever embeded on my mp3. I liked that, it was like an auditory safety net. It was from my dad's record, the last thing I had of him. "Do you believe in magic?" The loving spoonful sang. I couldn't help but remember. Dancing at just six years old with my dad. "Its like trying to tell a stranger about rock and roll." I flashed on dancing again. This time it was last summer, with Chaotic. Before he and Cassette had gone off to England. He didn't really want to go, but apparently he had to. Cassette just was going to hang out back home. Which meant two of my friends down. Leaving me alone, because my brother would be off with his new girlfriend. "I have no choice A." He said in a whisper kissing my jawline. "Doesn't mean I have to like it." I gave a small smile. It really wasn't his fault. Even now his face was perfect in my memory. I could recall his velvetly lips trailing down my skin. I shivered hard, my hips twitching against a pillow. It was nice to be touched, I liked Chaotic's hands, more than my own. Now my own fingers just didn't seem to do the job. Damnit. At least, my ghostly boyfriend was easier to understand. Except he did not like being called my boyfriend. Someday soon I would find a boy who wanted to caress me. So I wouldn't have to do all by myself anymore.

Monday, October 22, 2012

Wildlife: Little Darlings

She had faded pink hair the color of blush or chewed up flavorless bubblegum. She liked the color but hated the video. Sketch hadn't seen it. It was titled “Little Darlings.” She liked the memory. Not the video. She had been practicing ballet on top of Chaotic's car. When he comes running at her. Taking her in his arms, for a moment she's flying through the air. The video showed him doing something altogether different. She leaned down to kiss Sketch. Her lips felt on fire next to his. Though, they always did. His hand held hers tight, just a second before pulling her closer, his lips plying against hers, hungrily kissing. Their bodies stretched out against each other falling back against the couch. The video kept playing in the background. Sketch could almost see it out of the corner of his eye, Chaotic and Cassette just spinning about, falling amongst each other, almost mirroring his movements on the couch. He pushed the thought out of his mind as he pushed his hands up under her shirt, feeling the warmth of her bare flesh against his. Her breath caught, and she broke the kiss, smiling brightly down at him before sitting up and straddling his hips. She bit her lip a little bit, pulling her shirt up over her head, letting it fall to the floor. “Mmm, hello there,” Sketch said, letting his eyes slide over the half-naked girl straddling his hips. “I guess we’ll be alone for a little while.” “Allo, allo, allo!” came a voice from the front door. “Is there anyone home? ‘Sette? Allo?” The voice travelled through the house, getting closer to the living room. Cassette froze for a moment as her brother walked into the room just as she was able to get her shirt up off the floor to half-cover her top. “Oh, um, hi.” “Oh, sorry mate,” Chaotic said, his eyes falling on the two, not even bothering to look away out of any sort of feigned modesty. “Probably should have put a sock on the door or something. Do you need me to leave?” “No, that’s okay,” Cassette said as she finally managed to get her shirt back on. “We were just watching some old home movies.” “Oh, is that ‘Little Darlings’? I love that one. It reminds me of that one time.”

Friday, October 19, 2012

Wildlife: What Happens Here

The Inglewood Performing Arts Academy is home to some of the most creative performers, artists and madmen/women on the eastern seaboard. Not quite Juilliard but the rigors and demands of the prestigious school are quite high nonetheless. To get through the tough teachers, strenuous schedules, and back biting competition, the students often band together, forming cliques that become more than second families. These groups come and go, but every so often, one rises above the rest. Cassette, Sketch and Aether mourned the loss of Chaotic when he graduated by the skin of his teeth in what some were calling an impressive maneuver of acting, bribery, and blackmail. Nothing could be proven, but he no longer graced the halls of Inglewood, to the heightened glee of the teachers and underclassmen. It just isn’t the same, Sketch thought as he looked over at Aether and Cassette during lunch. It isn’t that we need Chaotic, but it sure isn’t the same. “What’s wrong, Sketch?” Aether asked. She always had the right question in the moment, sometimes it was annoying beyond belief. “Nothing. Just, we have an empty seat.” Sketch said with a sigh. “I don’t like it.” “Neither do we, but the alternative was Chaotic just getting held back another year. Did you really want him to have to go through that again?” “No, I guess not…” he trailed off, as he looked up. “What about that girl. She seems new.” The girls turned their heads to look at the girl who had just walked in. Cassette chuckled a little bit and shook her head. “Didn’t know you liked them that young, Sketch.” “Not like that Cass, I just have a feeling. Let’s invite her over,” Sketch said as he stood up, cupped his hands over his mouth and shouted at the top of his lungs, “HEY, NEW GIRL.” The girl spun around, looking bewildered almost dropping her tray. Caught like the proverbial deer in the headlights, she pointed at herself and mouthed, “Who? Me?” Aether just looked at her, thinking for a moment before saying, “You know what, she’ll probably do just fine.”

Friday, October 12, 2012

Advent 2012

I'm doing it again, although yet again a little late announcing it over here. The 2012 Advent Event is totally on! Go here. Hightlights include my hunt for a very good boy, with an endurance contest.Do you want me? Come show me just how much. I want presents and adoration,after all it is my birth month. Come endure for me. And this video. Its trippy and explains what's been holding you back from achieving trance or nirvana. I hope it's the first in a series. Please feel free to comment with questions for future videos. Like my voice? Check out my lab

Monday, October 8, 2012

Nirvanaland

Lacie woke up alone. It had been a dream. She sulked and rolled over, waking her computer, and turning on her dad reading “Oh, the places you will go.” She was trying to forget the impossible dream circus and the Hatter who controlled all of it. The old story and voice grounded her. She even laughed. As her father tripped on the word yond, she remembered he did once before, and her heart swam in her chest. It longed to feel the freedom of dreaming. Traitor heart! It’s an imaginary man, but she knew better. He is real. There was a knock on her door. She leapt up, but there was no one there. A brown paper parcel was at her feet. Left like an offering. She brought it inside. Unsure. She opened it. A note.

“Little goddess, this is for you. I am nearly here. Happy un-Birthday ~H”

She'd never got anything, except clarity, from a dream before. Lacie peered inside. Inside, she found a passport issued from nirvana. Her heart flipped. Boots (for dancing, said a tag!), and a white rabbit plush toy

Lacie sat there. Musing. When she saw mini-doll attached to a choker. Her heart raced. My job was done. This was amazing. What had happened to me? I was giddy, my dream man had sent real things to my doorstep. What did they mean though? I decided these precious things were meant for adventure. I had to smile, they always sprung up when you least expected them. He sent them. You know that annoying question you're asked at some point? The number of things on an island one: My ipod. My locket. My mini art box. She tucked the parcel in the bag minus the boots. Those were too great to resist wearing out. Lacie was all buckles and last night's glitter. Those are what she packed inside her bag before grabbing her phone and heading for the bus, the bus from late last night. It would take her away to a place she wasn't sure existed. To a man I was sure did exist. Somewhere. The bus was winding along. Blondie blasting in her ears. "Dreaming, Dreaming is free" suddenly. The lights went red. The glow was red No one seemed concerned. She wasn't really. Lacie was getting used to this, just part of her new surreality. She smiled and braced for blowblack. Blowback was like nirvana, but faster and less idea more actual now. Right now in fact. "Ah. Lacie, there you are." The Hatter. His voice greeted her. She was standing this time heaven for small favours. Looking at his face again made her blush. She tried to commit it to memory. "Hello" Lacie said finally, then feeling uncool. He smiled "I see my parcel arrived. The boots brought you to me." He said smirking into a teacup. "Yes, about that, it’s almost my birthday," she said. Clearly he had plans, and she had no idea what they were. "I will give you what you need Lacie. It won't always be what you want." He said. He was looking right through Lacie. He had weighed her mentally and found her value. I'm glad someone finally had, she thought and stood there like a school girl forgotten her maths. What did this all mean? Was I truly mad? "No tricks Lacie, do you accept?" The Hatter asked still smiling but serious. She considered. He lived here, and I didn't. Could it work? "Yes," she said. What else was there? I couldn't feel half as good if I refused over a silly thing like distance. He'd proven that. Perhaps now I had said yes I wouldn't need to go back. Perhaps the rules had changed now that there was no trickery.

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