thisavrou | voice;

[It’s been a long time since she’s addressed the community. While she’s always sounded annoyed, now there’s a heartache behind the anger. An exhaustion, a defeat.]

Back in the desert we got this story that gets told to every greenie that shows up in the sand. That it don’t matter if you went and got dusted ‘cause your shadow still lives on. [A shaky, sharp breath.] Killjoys never die.

But in this place, it ain’t true. The desert doesn’t believe in death but here there’s no life to begin with. Light’s out is just light’s out. [The anger in her voice picks up, deep and visceral.] All this place gives is empty promise after empty promise, dangles lil’ shiny pieces of hopin’ right in your face then laughs it away again. Just makes everythin’ you were ever told one damn cruel joke.

[There’s a few moments of nothing of but heavy breathing and snotty snuffles before she starts again, voice forcibly more calm.]

So why don’t all you rat kings and thrill seekers and wannabe white suits give me a new story worth believin' in?

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It'd have to be better than feelin' like ya got a hole in your chest. You know how shitty it is to have somethin' ripped away from you over and over?

Yes. I do. [a pause] And all you can do is fill yourself with other things. TO keep going. That's the truth of it.

That's what everyone always says. Keep runnin'. Don't you ever just get tired of it? Loosin' people, bein' alone. Don't you get tired of that?

Every damn day, till I was ready to let the stray cats in my old place eat me till I was dead. But I kept going anyway...who the fuck else are you gonna spite, aside from yourself? Or God, if he's out there.

I ain't sayin' I'm givin' up. I'm just- [She doesn't know. She's just angry and arguing is as good an outlet as any.] I'm just sayin' it's all shit. All of it. Everything.

You're not wrong. It's the worst. So hold on tight, I guess.

Always easier said then done.

[Gloomy kid is gloomy.]

Don't I know it.

[hes clearly the best at peptalks but:]

You had anything to eat yet?

[Speaker of the year.]

I got some cans of Power Pup left.

[That's a no.]

I've no idea what that means but I kinda feel like burgers. You want one?

You offerin' to buy me food?

Yeeeaaaah, that's what's on the tin.

[There's a pause before she answers, voice quiet. She's not that hungry, but she's spent the last few days avoiding contact. A little company wouldn't hurt.]

I could eat.

[he's not nervous or anything the worst she could say is no
besides she's a kid is not biggie

he won't admit he's relieved when she agrees]

Alright. Where are you at? I'll meet you halfway.

[With most people she probably would have said no. But his attitude reminds her a little of home and she's going to dive into that nostalgia while she can.

Who needs healthy coping methods?]

Ain't far from the crappy rooms they're tryin' to win us over with. Can meet ya outside that buildin'.

[Not shitty kids like them.]

Alright, I know where that is for sure. I'll be there in ten?

[Only the coolest shits ignore trauma.]

Mmm. Works for me.

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voice; wanna move it to action or log it or inbox it or fart it

voice; we can log it, if you'd like