the young musician looks down at the little green iced cupcake, the large shape of Killer looming beside her and staring at it with her quietly. Erecting from the middle of the cupcake was a small black candle, going unlit in the dark room that spaced around the two. With a small spark from her finger, a little blue ball of light suddenly flickers and the black tip is lit, creating a small illumination and very dimly lighting their faces up. Jackie passes a glance to Killer, who looks back at her with the same color of eyes. They pray to her that God may keep her in his hands and then a little whisper lets itself slip from his mind into hers.
Make a wish...
What a silly idea. . .wishes wouldn't come true. She had stopped believing in that junk a long time ago. . . when she was little . . . when . . . that night. She sighs, wrapping her arm around the dog and giving it much thought. She was alone that night, one one to laugh and celebrate with her, no family, no friends. Sure, the company of Killer made it worth celebrating. . . yet it wasn't the same. No big brother, no Nami, no Zank, no Alex. . .she clutched her fist, narrowing her eyes. It boiled her circuits almost, to be feeling the things she did now. It wasn't natural. . . but she supposed she would have to deal with the lonlieness. It was bugging her so much, it even drove her to wish. . . he was with her. Forte. She darkly shook her head, straying from the thought and trying to push the bot from her mind. Another figure suddenly took the shape from Bass. He waas taller, leaner, his red eyes glared into hers in a familiar yet forgotten love. Tob-...no. Solace. It pained her so much to know that the last person in her own family had deserted her, her parents were worthless idiots that abandoned them and left them to fend for themselves.. She was completely alone now. Bitterness flickers inside of her like the blue plasmafire on the candle, it was melting away inside of her and covering her in a waxy emotion known as grief. Finally, after a long pause, she closes her eyes and sets her wish free in her mind as she softly blows away the little flame and darkened the room again, the odd smell of the dead flame rose into the air like the smoke.
I wish we could love again. . .
- Mood:
Lonely
Tch . . . +A Forgotten Festivity+
-jumps like a spaz around her, grinning happily- 8D
Shit, father. I'm sorrey ;A; ))
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...Strikeee~!
.. your hair is like. so green. *3*
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"That's my bread and butter you're fucking with."
A part of ~UltimateRPx-da
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