It was a gloomy morning. The dark belly of the sky was heavy with moisture. It spewed out rain in bitter waves, soaking everything in its foul temper. Water poured off of the rooftops and crashed into deep puddles below. Thin yellow grass bent underneath the opposing storm, trembling slightly in the downpour. The sidewalk was caked in fog, unable to escape the seeping coldness of the rain. Even the trees stooped to avoid enraged cracks of lightning that streaked across the sky, and easily snapped and scorched whatever stood against it. The streetlights remained an eerie warmth in the otherwise despairing scene. A few soaked moths clung hopelessly to the lamps, and would occasionally give up and drop into the flood below.
A group of children in brightly colored raincoats congregated around a gray bus stop sign. They chattered and laughed and howled like chimps. They were completely oblivious to the fierce downpour, save for shoving each other into the overflowing storm drains, and cackling as their companions shifted uncomfortably in their soaked sneakers.
One girl stood apart from the rest. She shuffled in her bulky white coat, watching the dark sky above her from underneath the safety of her umbrella. The rain made a steady pattern around her pale rain boots, a spiny circle of endless water.
The girl thought. Her thoughts matched the rhythm of the storm.
She had come to the conclusion that her life was a distant relative of these thunder storms that rumbled through the valley. A thick cloud of darkness and light that faded into itself before it gave way to searing jolts of light the tore through her psyche and singed her heart. An ever-present dankness that seeped through her skin. Sometimes she fancied herself as some sort of water spirit, watching out through white eyes into the world before it, feeling nothing but cool acceptance. More often, though, she just felt rather glum.
The sound of rushing water signaled the bus's arrival. It was painted the standard yellow, a color that made the girl flinch whenever she saw it during the summer months. The children in their bright raincoats pushed each other out of the way in their haste to enter the dry schoolbus. The girl hung back for just a moment, enough to ensure she would not need to bump into any of them. Then she, too, entered the belly of the humming vehicle.
A roar of noise entered the girl's ears as she left the rainstorm behind her. She silently sat in one of the front seats, which were always empty. While most children preferred sitting out of the driver's view, the girl felt much safer away from her peers. The screeches from the back of the bus only served to support this fear, and the girl sunk slightly in her seat, as if to hide from those behind her. She slid out of her white coat and placed it on the floor.
The rainstorm once again caught her attention, and she stared out the window. A melancholy face stared back. Gray-brown hair above sad brown eyes. The face seemed to looking elsewhere, away from the current world. The girl imagined that behind those sad eyes was a wonderland of rolling hills and soft breezes. A place where birds chirped and trees whispered their creaking songs. A far-away place, where thunderstorms would rumble in and water the tall grass with golden rain.
The girl smiled at the thought. For a moment, things felt alright. But her thoughts were interrupted by a snide voice in her ear.
"Hey, Emily." said a fattish boy. He wore clothes that appeared to be straight off the back of a teenage drug addict. His breath smelled vaguely of sulfur.
The girl shrunk back closer to the window. "What do you want?" she asked.
"I forgot to do the homework for science."
"I'm afraid I don't have it today, I forgot it at home..." Emily said slowly.
"Oh, that's too bad..." the boy said loudly, more to the bus driver than to Emily, before leaning closer to her. She could see the ugly pocks that marked his forehead. "Like hell you did," he hissed. "Where is that homework?"
Emily squirmed, wishing she could sink into the wall of the bus. "I told you, I don't have it".
The boy made a disgusted sort of sound, as if he could not believe such a lowly creature was trying to fight him. "Fine," he said finally. But something in his eyes made Emily wary. Before he turned to walk away, he stomped a muddy foot onto the lining of Emily's white coat. It made a terrible squelching noise. She reached for her coat and pulled it to her lap, before looking up sharply. She wanted to scream at the boy, at all of her classmates, but the boy had gone. The fire in her heart died down, and solidified into a heavy weight. She bit back tears and attempted to rub the mud out of the coat, only to spread it more.
The bus came screeching to a halt. The rain was a mad drumming on the roof of the bus, but it was still drowned out by the roar of the children. Emily hid behind her muddied coat as they stampeded by. Finally, feeling comfortable that they were a safe distance away, Emily stood up. She put on her coat inside-out, to keep the mud from ruining her dress, and picked up her backpack.
She stepped out of the bus. Her foot landed in deep water. A couple kids laughed in front of her. She felt humiliated, and she hadn't even reached the sidewalk. The bus rumbled off behind her, leaving her in the cold rain. Emily stared at the school, a dark shadow dominating the block. Threatening to crush all of its inhabitants. The bell rang, but it sounded distant and small compared to the roaring storm.
Emily stared and stared and stared. She felt the wind pushing her back where she had come from. The rain stung her arms. The inside of her coat was cold and wet. Her hair clung to her face, as if afraid the wind would sweep it away. She closed her eyes for a moment, and pictured the rolling hills. She took a deep breath.
Then she opened her umbrella and walked back home.
Hmmmm experimenting with Emily as a main character for Dreamworld. I'm thinking that's what I will go with.
Emily's dealings with bullies in the actual script will be much more subtle and subtexted. I don't like films that preach the bullying ideal, I find it much more impactful and truthful if the bullies don't do outlandish bully things.
For example, if I were to change this scene into film, I would simply show her look out the window, and then look back to see her coat ruined.
But as this was, I wanted to play with Em's character. Because I love her to bits and she's veryyyy interesting as a character. Emily is interesting because she believes quite strongly in following rules, but at the same time, if she reaches a breaking point, she will act rashly and go AGAINST her usual personality, although not necessarily in super outlandish ways (she wouldn't punch anyone...). I think she's also very self-reflective. I think at her age she feels at ends with her classmates, who all want to be 'grown-up' and get drunk and have girlfriends/boyfriends, and she misses pretending to be a puppy or something in Kindergarten. Then, her imagination was accepted and even rewarded. Now, imaginative acts are shunned (in her mind), as are emotional outbursts. She feels trapped, and unable to have an outlet for herself.
THUS COMES DREAMWORLD.
Basically she ends up looking for solace in her own mind. BUT her mind is corrupted by the outside worlds and influence of society.
You know what, I'm just going to make a journal for more explanation .xD
Sonic the Hedgehog ran very quickly down the hall to where the fire was coming from. While running he ducked into a rolling spin and made a sound like "@@@@@@@!" so he could dodge the fireball lasers.
At the top of the staircase he stood up and shouted at the top of the staircase "Sephiroth!" The man with long hair turned slowly and with a flash of his sword removed Sonic's nipples from his body.
"OUCH that hurts!1" cried Sonic, hurting. "Looks like I will need the power of the CHAOS CRYSTAL for this opponent!" and he raised up a handful of glowing gems.
The light from the jewels summoned all the legendary pokemon in the world together and they fused together into a Pyschic Ghost Dragon Pokemon. "LEAVE THIS TO ME, SONIC THE HEDGEHOG!" it said in the voice a thousand monsters, and shot a giant Hadouken at Sephiroth.
Sephiroth bounced it back with a spin of his blade, and it hit the Psy-Gho-Dra-Mon in the face, crashing him to the floor and half-crushing No-Nipples Sonic. "This is bad!" said Half-Dead No-Nipples the Hedgehog. "It looks like we will need to call for that man, Psyghodramon!"
"YES" he agreed, and used his 7 physic goat dragon balls to make a wish "SEND US THE CHOSEN HERO OF PROPHECY!" as Sephiroth slowly descended to finish them off.
Just then a bright light from the sky shone, and the Grand Master John Su descended from the moon on rocket powered rocket boots, with a beautiful woman on each arm. When he landed, there was a chorus and fanfare of trumpets, and he lowered his sunglasses and said "Yo."
"Who are you" said Sephiroth as he threw a ninja star at light speed at John Su. John Su turned and winked at the star, and the bright light instantly dissolved it into space dust. "Pretty good," said Sephiroth, "but your still gonna loose!" and he transformed into Super Saiyan 4 Sephiroth.
"Take this!" he screamed as he flew towards John Su. John Su flexed a single muscle, generating an awesome MANWAVE that overpowered Super Sephiroth and sent him flying into space, frozen forever in defeat.
"Thank you for saving us, John Su" said the world. "You are so strong and cool"
"I know," he replied, and jumped back up to the moon after resurrecting the 4th Hokage.
This is an analysis of why Sally had every write to slap Sonic.
I'm not going to get into the the various reasons why Sally's freak out was actually an in-character response as has already explained this very well with his commentary on how her nerves were beyond frayed.
No I'm going into why Sonic was not only wrong but was an idiot not to except the offer and that his decision to refuse was utterly pointless.
As you know, at the time of the dreaded Issue #134 Sonic and just returned from space, got injured in a fight with an 80s reject robo-woman, and now has his arm in a sling, I'm not going to say which arm because even Archie didn't know!
Anyways, the Issue opens up with Sonic getting his injured arm wrapped up in a sling by Dr. Quack who is missing an eye after stepping on a landmine...I'll just give you a second to process that.......OKAY! He exits the ER and a party to finally welcome our blue hero back begins, everything his going hunky-dory until Sally's dad, King Maximilian, announces that he and his wife Queen Alicia are going to go on a month long tour across Mobius to gather support for the war against Robotnik, and while they are gone they name Sally Regent to rule in their stead until they return.
It is after this that Sally asked Sonic to stay with her at the castle until they're done fucking off and Sonic say no, saying that he needed more on the field then at HQ. Sally slaps him, calling him selfish, and run off in tears declaring that they are through.
And Sonic was an idiot to let that all happen...
Because he was being selfish, not in that he wanted to keep fighting but because he in no way thought about what Sally and his friends must have felt thinking he was DEAD for a year and then the day he returns he nearly dies again. He needed to stop for a while and let people adjust to his return! Especially Sally who was hit the hardest by his two brushes with death.
But that's not the only reason Sonic was being an idiot, no there is a medical reason for why he should have stayed with Sally until her folks returned.
Like I said, in the previous issue, #133, that took place maybe a few hours ago Sonic took a laser beam to the shoulder suffering server enough injury to take him out of the fight.
Lasers are highly concentrated beams of light. That means Sonic suffered severe burns that could range from the 2nd to 4th degrees.
I'm only going to discuss the 2nd and 3rd degrees because if they were any higher then that then Sonic wouldn't need a sling...he'd need a new arm.
2nd degree burn are burns that not only afflict the outer layer of skin or the superficial layer of skin but the burn also reaches the underlying layers. This is also called a partial thickness burn. The burn will typically have red layers with blisters that are clear; your skin will blanch or turn white when put a little bit of pressure to the area, and the burned or damaged part of your skin will feel moist. These burns can be very painful and the burned area will be highly sensitive to the touch. It may also be a little hot or cold. 2nd degree burns can take anywhere from 2 to 3 weeks to heal.
3rd degree burns are burns that damage all the layers of your skin and also nerve endings and tissue beneath your skin layers. The feel of your burn will feel like leather. It will be very stiff with a brown or white color. This burn will not blanch or turn white under pressure given to it. You will typically not feel any pain because your nerve endings were damaged in the burn. 3rd degree burn can take many months to heal properly and are that was burned may never go back to the way it originally was. 3rd degree burns take specialized treatment to the burn to try and heal it as best as possible.
You know what that means right? The entire time Sally needed Sonic, and possibly longer, he was recovering and by the time he was fit for duty again Sally's folks had already returned and resumed their rule.
It means that Sonic blew it for no reason whatsoever and he deserved every second of Sally glaring at him while he sheepishly stood in the corner rubbing his still useless arm.
"But Ygvan! Sonic yelped in pain when he bumped in elbow on the table! He only had 2nd degree burns because 3rd degrees are numb, he was back on the field at least a week before the King and Queen returned!"
Yes my fellow deviants, he bumped his ELBOW, but it was his shoulder that got blasted. He may have had only 2nd degree burns but I highly doubt that. Robotnik wouldn't let his lasers do any less then 3rd degree damage and I doubt Sonic would need a sling to help heal 2nd degrees.
So I think he had 3rd degree burns and while he MIGHT not have needed a skin graft he WOULD have needed to keep his arm as still as possible to heal properly. So he was out of commission for a month, MINIMUM! And do you know how long it could potentially take for it to heal? 1 YEAR!!!
"Oh, Sorry Sal! I can't help you rule the kingdom while your folks are gone for the month because I need to sit on my ass and do nothing for possibly a year!"
Obviously it didn't take that long but he was stuck in Knothole for at least as long as Sally needed him.
Well that's my 2 cents on the subject. And don't worry, I'll get chapter 3 Freedom Fighters X finished once I'm done editing and fixing the first 3 chapters.
Romano awoke suddenly, hearing what sounded like beautiful little droplets of water hitting against the heavens.
Looking around, you noticed he was a probably child once more. Everything seemed so much taller suddenly, the trees in the random forest he was in towering over him. Seeking for any source to show his own reflection, he ran through the forest for a puddle or a lake or something.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
The noise became louder coming from the direction to which he was headed. He ran until he tripped over something-a rock or a root-into a clearing. Compared to the surrounding areas which were black as night, there was something floating over a small pond of water.
He stood up, dusting off his maid's outfit and approached the lake, only to see the thing causing the light was a young girl in an extreamly long white dress, whereas the front was short and the back was long. The bottom of the back was touching the water a bit.
There were large, angelic white wings on her back and a halo over her head. She had rather long, (h/c) hair which spanned down most of her back. Her eyes were shut and she had her hands clamped together tightly.
"Hey you." Romano said, making it to the edge of the pond where this beautiful figure stood,"What the hell are you doing out there? Hello? Where am I?"
Her eyes opened gently, revealing two (e/c) orbs which looked upon him with kind eyes. The girl's altitude decreased until the tips of her toes were atop the water. She gracefully walked upon the water towards him, her arms opening up,"Romano...I've longed to meet you..."
Her foot hit the ground in front of where Romano stood. She looked no older than a teenager; a beautiful, young girl who used grace in every action she did. Her movements were swift and flowed like the water.
She stuck her left foot out, standing on her toes as if a ballerina. Her knee bent out and over a bit, causing the other to do the same and sat on the ground with her legs crossed.
Outstretching both arms, she took Romano's small shoulders gently in her arms, making him jump a bit and causing his face to go red. "You're the cutest little thing, aren't you?"
She leaned in to kiss his forehead, time slowing to seconds and moments seeming eternal. She was so close, her warm breath could be felt on his forehead and her lips beginning to brush against his forehead...
Beep! Beep! Beep!
Romano grumbled as he hit the wooden nightstand looking for his alarm clock and the snooze button, still half-sleeping. It took a few tries before he silenced the annoying noise.
He rolled onto his back, looking at the ceiling. Romano had been having this dream since he met the girl. The girl in his dream, I mean. Her name was _________, a beautiful, new nation who was looked upon as a treasure by all others.
She was a rather beautiful girl with the sweetest personality, and Romano knew because of this, he'd be shooting way above his standards. Mainly because of his foul language and his short temper.
Spain opened the door silently from across the room, knowing that Romano had felt such strong feelings about her. "Hey...Lovi...?" He turned over in his bed to face the window in his room and ignore Spain. "Please Lovino...I'm so worried about you..."
"She's gunna fall for that stupid potato bastard or my fratello..." He mumbled sadly,"She's so pretty..."
Spain went beside Romano and sat the side opposite the one he was turned to. He placed a caring hand on the Italian's shoulder and rubbed it a bit, chuckling softly,"I'll all work out Lovi...I promise...now let's get ready, we have a world meeting..."
You were nervous, your first world meeting with everyone. Truth be told, you had met many of the countries (Romano inclusive) and all of them seemed rather nice.
But here, you felt your heart clench in fear. You may have only been with one or two at a time, but here, you were surrounded by over 200 nations in one room.
A hand slapped your back rather hard,"Ahaha~ what's the matter _________? Cat got your tongue?" Turning around, you saw America beaming towards you.
Nodding, you took a deep breath. "I-I'll be fine. C-can you just...h-hold my hand...?" Obviously, America allowed you slide your hand into his as he walked you in.
The second you stepped in, the room got rather quiet. Romano could feel his heart breaking into pieces in the silence. Nobody seemed to notice though, not even Spain was paying attention.
Romano stood up suddenly, gaining every eye in the room. And he just left. No one said anything to him (except Spain who kept calling him as he walked out on the meeting).
Romano couldn't care less where he was going, he just needed to get away from there. You watched as he ran off in the opposite direction and quickly broke off from America's grasp.
"_________," Turning around, you face Spain who sat there trying to contain a grin and miserably failing,"Can you bring mi Lovi back to me por favor?"
You nodded and ran out after him, a bit of worry in your veins. It took a few minutes to figure out that he was outside. He was sitting outside the doors, his face in his knees and his back shaking a bit.
Slowing down to a pace, you walked out the doors and sat beside him. Placing your hand on his back, you felt his body flinch. "Romano...are you okay...?"
He moved away from you and refused to speak. "Romano...?" Again, he didn't respond to you. Putting a hand on his shoulder, you felt him flinch again,"We're friends right...?" You paused, waiting for a response which was a small nod. "Well, then...you can't tell me what's wrong...right...?"
"You're so perfect..." He chocked silently,"You're pretty...and nice...and I'm just a fucking downer who's never had a girlfriend in his life because he drives everyone away with his fucking personality! That's why!"
As he spoke, he began lifting his head, his eyes flashing with firey anger. "Romano-"
"No...just..." He buried his face in his knees once more, starting to cry it out once more. "Ti amo...ti amo, okay...you're so gorgeous and nice...and seeing you with America holding your hand...I'm going to rip his head off..."
Leaning over, you gave him a light peck on the cheek. His head lifted up, red-faced and resembling a tomato. "You're so sweet Lovino. I really like you too, I guess."
His eyes widened a bit. Cautiously, he slid a hand onto your cheek before kissing your lips lightly. You kissed back a bit before he pulled away in shock,"I-I...e-erm...a-ah..."
"Scarlet. Why does that name sound so familiar?!" Shadow thinks to himself. "Shadow, you will obey me!!" the commander said. Suddenly The commander shot an electricity gun at Shadow causing him to drop down to his hands and knees. He starts to scream in pain. "SHADOW!!!!!!!!!!!! LEAVE HIM ALONE!!!!" Shakura screams while she holds the rest of her children in her arms. The kids start to cry and they all grab onto their mother. "Shadow, kill them all!!" the commander says as he leaves the room. Just then Shadow's eyes turn dark red. He walks over to Sonic and rams him into the wall. Shakura looks up at Shadow with tears in her eyes. "Shadow! Please control yourself! We're your family!!" Shakura makes a "Puss in Boots" face and screams with tears.
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