A Project in THREE DIMENSIONS! (Rory, open maybe?)

[Emira Munic]

``PRAYERS FROM ABOVE
NEVER ANSWERED QUITE ENOUGH

Abso-friggin-lutely bonkers. There was nothing to do when you didn't know someone here. Emira figured that she should, y'know, try to be a little bit more social but no. She just couldn't. It was weird. She always saw someone out of the corner of her eye and she always thought ‘Nah, I'll meet them later'. When was later? Never? She couldn't go on like that. But, then again... She had better things to do. Well, not really, but what she was doing now suited her just fine. Emira was sitting against a tree looking off into the distance with a sketchpad in her lap. She held it landscape oriented and was sketching the scenery. Well, not really, but she needed references for trees. It was a nice little thing she was sketching, just an isolated, secluded place. A bunch of trees, the background was basically trees, to be cliche there was a mountain in the distance and a lake in the foreground... Nothing special.

But Emira had a new project she was going to work on. She was sketching all this stuff now so that later, she could find some way to scan it and start messing around in Photoshop. She was going to do one of those things where you took a picture, basically cut it down the center and made the halves opposites. Like a heaven and hell sort of deal. Whatever. It didn't really matter much anyway, Emira wasn't really all that religious. But that wasn't it. She was going to do more than just turn one half into heaven and one half into hell. No. That was way too cliche for even her, background-mountain-drawing Emira.

She was going to make it 3D.

Three dimensions of paradise and whatever the opposite of paradise was. That was going to be epic. Plain and simple. She was pumped. Emira didn't take into account that she didn't even know how to make things 3D, but that didn't matter at the moment. Emira had thought of a lot of things she wanted to do. It all started with building her own spaceship when she was four. Well, not really. It really started in her junior year of high school when she was absolutely sure she was going to make a redneck limo. Her plan was basically to take a station wagon, clear out everything behind the driver's and passenger's seats, and install two couches with seatbelts. That was it. Probably weld the back doors shut, too, so they couldn't open, but that was more of an afterthought than anything else. Then after the redneck limo failed because nobody in their right mind would even bother attempting that without ten gallons of gorilla glue, she tried thinking of another amazing idea. Then came the heated waterbeds. Oh, those didn't work out so well. One crazy awesome concept though. But this? This was different. She was making 3D art. You can't go wrong with 3D art, right? Not even taking into account ten gallons of gorilla glue or a large, exploding balloon filled with hot water that she expected people to get a good night's rest in. Nope. This was different, this was going to work, and she was never going to have a life and actually talk to people for about a million, billion years.

So, naturally, she continued to work on her little project. Her mind had drifted a couple of times, causing her to draw the wrong type of tree or maybe subconsciously add something stupid. Like a furry woodland creature. She didn't need any furry woodland creatures. This was supposed to be tranquil. Not give the viewer a chance to hideously misinterpret things like a deer drinking from the lake. She used to know some guys who always went hunting and they would probably make some stupid, ignorant comment on how they would shoot the thing in a heartbeat. Emira loved animals. Once you got past the biting, the smell, the scratching, the shedding and anything else that would be a negative, Emira could only see positives. Then again, once you got rid of the negative seeing only positives would be a given. Whatever.

Time to return to Earth and the situation at hand. She had finished another tree and her drawing was starting to come together beautifully. If nothing else, she would be finished with the rough sketch by the time night strolled along. Plus, didn't this place have a curfew or something? They probably wouldn't appreciate Emira outside just chillin' until midnight. They would probably thing she was doing drugs. Eh. Emira didn't like the concept of drugs. They just seemed like a waste of time, really. Except caffeine. Caffeine was useful. Emira wanted some coffee. She could really, really go for some coffee right now. After she finished her drawing, of course, and assuming that she finishes before night falls. Easy, especially when she took into consideration that she had been here one day so far, she was outside and it was noon. Inspiration, concentration, amazing-timing-ation! Emira had it all. It was a good day, that day.

«NOW THE ONLY ONE YOU HAVE
IS YOU»

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TIME=NOON-ISH
TAG=RORY
WORDCOUNT=862
STATUS=DONE
NOTES?=This is just part of something Rory and I have loosely planned. If you want in just send me a PM or something to join, people can be fit in~
CREDIT=ME, MYSELF, I, ET. AL {OH AND LYRICS BY THE DEAR HUNTER}

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[Rory Blair]

"For death begins with life's first breath and life begins at touch of death."



What now? That was the question, what was one to do after finding sanctuary. He hadn’t planned that far ahead, yet another flaw he didn’t take note of on his journey to the institute. What was he to do at the institute!? Get to paradise, do nothing, die. Wonderful Rory, simply wonderful! No, no, no, NO! Sometimes his idiotic naïve nature just killed him, almost literally on several occasions. Too bad suicide wasn’t an answer with a mutation like his… or at least simple painless suicide. It always did come in at the direst of situations, his body just didn’t want him to die a simple painless death, and so he would be cursed to die a slow painful one someday, but today wasn’t that day.

Rory needed something to do, and what better than to just follow the one student he knew the name of. Emira. Rory didn’t want to admit it, but now that he’d thought about it, he was still a bit shy around her, maybe it was just the day he’d first met her face to face that let him talk to her, the whole empathetic connection between all mutants, you’re a mutant, I’m a mutant, we’re happy to see each other. Of course that didn’t happen all the time, sometimes it ended in fighting, injuries, and unfortunately death if the situation got bad enough. Rory’d been sneaking about the corners of the school, following Emira around, whenever the slightest movement came his way though, he darted out of sight, like the monsters in one’s closet.

He’d been doing this for a while and he felt sort of guilty just slinking about like some scared abomination; he was going to confront her. Rory followed Emira out one day as she was carrying what looked like something to draw with. Rory’d always loved things like art; he himself though had little artistic talent, nor any real talents he could think of. He carefully trailed behind her as she went off toward a tree to sketch, being as quiet as he could while he did so.

Looking from behind he could see that her drawing was simply beautiful. The scene she was drawing put a grin on his face, Rory’d always loved watching people as they drew, played music, and did things of the matter, not so much when he was doing these things. He was behind her and yet he didn't say anything, didn't make any note to her that he was there, so much for confronting her.

Instead of taking the courage to go up to her, he’d taken the time to climb into the tree as silently as possible as she was drawing. Most likely the noise he was making was comparable to a squirrel a most, but maybe she'd guess it was him, if she was even expecting him to be stalking about. He popped his head out of the leaves above her and looked down at her as she moved her hand to and fro in a graceful action; with each movement the pencil stroked the paper beneath it, furthering the elegant landscape upon the sheet. Of course she made mistakes every so often which were less than gorgeous, but still, watching her mistakes made Rory smile, afterall they made the world far more of an interesting place. Rory took note though that she never kept any of the squirrels, raccoons, and other cute fuzzy animals, this painted a faint frown on his face. Did she not like animals or something? Maybe it was just the art piece, but Rory couldn’t help but feel saddened by the actions.

Rory continued watching as the sun moved across the sky, changing the once plain blue to beautiful other shades. Time truly was flying by.

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Tag: Rory & Emira
Word Count: 629
Notes: Sorry it took so long... no sorry isn't the best way to describe what I did, it took me 3+ days to get this done, don't forgive me, I'll make it up with more prompt posts from here on.

[Emira Munic]

``PRAYERS FROM ABOVE
NEVER ANSWERED QUITE ENOUGH

Oh, this was turning out to be fabulous. This piece of work was easily one of her only best examples of a landscape. Surely she would have to submit it in some art catalogue where pretentious people with pretentious facial hair could comment on the delicate intricacies of the movements of the pencil. Really, they didn't know what they were talking about. Critics and reviewers has simultaneously the best and worst jobs in the world. They could judge others and their word would be followed as law, but then again they would be forever a hypocrite, doomed to never actually try to produce something worthy of critique. Emira wanted to be a reviewer. A reviewer and an artist. So that when the defensive artist asks Emira to produce her own work, she can, and the then-shamed artist would only be able to stutter and shake, face reddening with every passing seconds until eventually he gives up and leaves.

Score one for the good guys.

When it came to art, music, literature, anything like that, Emira had her own tastes. She was into the more negative attributes of such mediums. Horror, tragedy, sadness, anger, isolation, anything like that was great to Emira. Artistically. Not physically. So why in the world was she drawing something like this? The 3D project would surely be super cool, but maybe... Emira stopped for a few seconds to gather her thoughts. She wanted to convey a message. Art without a message was like... Wait, wasn't there some quote by some person that started out like that? Probably not. But it wasn't a good thing, art without a message. It seemed empty. Getting your feelings out onto something is good, but it's better when you can invoke the feelings of others. And Emira was going to do just that.

She drew a cube in the sky. Not over anything, really. Just kind of floating there. And after she did that, she drew a little figure in there, all silhouetted. They were trying to get out. Trying to get out, or struggling to stay in. It was such an awkward position, but... It seemed right. It gave the impression that the person was having trouble making up their mind. Maybe, Emira thought, she would just make the box 3D. Or the landscape 3D and the box 2D. Either way, that would be super awesome. Though, then again, was that even possible? Time to shade. Emira hated shading with such an ardent passion. But whatever. It was one of those awful necessities of life. So she began, slowly at first to make sure it was right then speeding up to get it over with. How Emira hated shading...

It was done in a flash. Well, not really, but that would have been great. Theme music, too. The first chorus of Wake Up by Arcade Fire would be appropriate. Like stepping outside into a parade in your honor. Emira had finished shading the cube, and it looked somewhat three-dimension! The world may rejoice! Let them eat cake, for I am Spartacus and I'm the King Queen of the world! Or, you know, something like that. Fanfare. Shading done. Sweet. Next.

Her eyebrows moved closer and her lips curved into a small frown as a leaf landed on her pad. She quickly brushed it off and cursed the squirrel god for breaking her focus. Squirrels were annoying little things. Always twitching around and moving and breaking your focus because Emira wanted to finish sometime soon. Was there anything really left to do besides Photoshop it up, though? She guessed not but something told her there was something else she should do. She leaned against the tree a bit more and sighed, looking around. Left, right, up, Rory- Rory!?

She jumped a bit, startled by his sudden appearance. Whether Emira felt bad about it or not, Rory looked pretty scary. It was the truth. And she would have jumped if anyone was just chillin' in a tree, watching her for God knows how long. He was a creepy little fellow, but he meant well. He seriously needed some lessons in social life.

"Uh, hi there." She subconsciously flipped her pad back to the cover, hiding her picture from the world once more. She didn't really know why she did this, but she had been ever since she could start writing things, drawing things, anything like that. It was private until she wanted to share it with others. And if anybody saw them, there would be hell to pay. Not really, but Emira wanted people to believe that so they would have an incentive not to look. Really, Emira didn't actually care that much anymore, it was just a habit since she was a kid. Cover it up, it's a seeeeeeecret. What's a secret? Nothing at all.

"Out of curiosity, how long have you been up there?" This conversation was just speeding straight to awkward city. Hopefully Rory could flip the switch and send the train right around, or else Emira would have to. And she didn't really have the upper-body strength to move that lever. It was all rusty and stuff. Strangely enough, though, it was only rusty when she tried to use it. Dumb thing. It was probably against her, just like all the other rusty things out there. It was a conspiracy to give Emira tetanus. Metaphorical tetanus, of course, and you didn't even get tetanus from rust. Metaphorical skin-reddening from the rust particles? Those dastardly villains!

«NOW THE ONLY ONE YOU HAVE
IS YOU»

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TIME=LATER :3
TAG=RORY
WORDCOUNT=935
STATUS=DONE
NOTES?=Don't worry about it at all, I'm a patient person ^^
CREDIT=ME, MYSELF, I, ET. AL {OH AND LYRICS BY THE DEAR HUNTER}

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[Rory Blair]

"For death begins with life's first breath and life begins at touch of death."



What was she drawing? Were the first thoughts that came to mind as the landscape began to drastically change. Rory liked the positives of things, he was effectively an optimist, or at least he was outwardly… personality wise at least. He always was trying to brighten the moods of others and tried his best to make others happy, so when Emira’s art began to change he just watched in curiosity. It was different, but not necessarily bad, he thought she was just going for a simple, happy, tranquil scene, but once a random cube appeared his curiosity grew. After the cube a silhouette followed, of a figure, struggling within the cube, trapped, or maybe being pulled out against its will… A faint frown appeared upon Rory’s face as he tried to make out what was going on, but in truth he sort of knew, or at least he felt a pain within himself by the addition to the picture.

Emira, what’re you doing... Rory thought as he pondered deeply about the imagery of the drawing. She’d begun shading, but Rory’d turned away now, contemplating why he felt so emotionally disturbed by what he’d seen, she seemed fine though, shading away quicker than he’d expected. In an attempt to ignore the negative emotions Rory forced himself to smile, to smile, to smile… what was the purpose of smiling when no one was watching?

Sometimes ignorance is the best medicine for a sad mind. Turning his head to look down at Emira again, Rory thought these words, because maybe he wasn’t happy, maybe he was blissful in his own ignorant bliss. Maybe this bliss was nothing more than a trick he was playing on himself though. Eager to feed his curious nature, Rory crawled along the hard dark bark of the tree’s branch, trying to change his view upon the situation, or maybe to feed these negative emotions he so happily hid. As he was moving along the branch he slipped and to an extent lost his balance, so in a frantic attempt to stay upon the branch he caused a bit of a ruckus, thus causing but a lone leaf to drop down upon Emira’s pad, he got back up, but noticed as she discovered it.

Rory, Rory, Rory, did you really have to move about so much? What was one to do, but feel awkward in a situation like this? Rory stayed as still as he could as he clung to the rough branch, looking down, keeping careful attention to Emira as she… looked up! He couldn’t help but quickly slink back to the base of the long wooden perch as she jumped in fright.

Real smart genius… Rory couldn’t help but feel a bit like a creepy critter for doing such a thing, for causing her to jump back, startled, like he’d done to so many people in the city. He’d done a monstrous thing, but then again, he really wasn’t sure how else to approach someone in this form, climbing behind them and creeping from above was all he’d really known for several years. Guilt sort of ate away at Rory as he saw her expression, he in no way meant to scare her, but he’d done an excellent job of doing so. She responded with a simple hi, but seemed still to be shaken as she looked up at him. He’d certainly ruined her day, and now she was just being courteous to his odd behavior, at least she wasn’t tossing things at him in immediate response…

How long have I been here? Rory looked up at the sky as she asked the question, gazing upon the now warm colors of the sunset. Oranges, red, and purples lit up as the sun stood around the horizon line and then did the answer come to him.

“First o-o-off, please accept my h-h-humblest apologies if I’ve s-s-sstartled you.” As he stuttered he only peeked out, looking upon her with one eye, he sort of half hid himself behind the branch upon which he was standing on as he spoke. He couldn’t help but still feel a bit like a horrid monster as he curled up at the base of his perch. From there he sort of rolled down literally, he wasn’t finished with his words, but it mattered little to his lack of anatomic control. His body had contorted into ball and was now rolling off the branch and down the tree and then it slowed as it circled around and stopped in front of Emira’s feet. He took the opportunity to uncurl and spoke to her to complete his statement.

“As for your question miss, I’ve been up here for quite the extensive amount of time, if I’ve upset you, I’ll be heading off on my way, keeping all matter of your art a secret away from all.” With that he gave a humble bow on all fours and with it a cheeky smile came upon his face, accompanying his guilt and embarrassment to the situation.

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Tag: Rory & Emira
Word Count: 838
Notes: I got a bit carried away with the thought bubbles essentially as you can see...

[Emira Munic]

``PRAYERS FROM ABOVE
NEVER ANSWERED QUITE ENOUGH

As he stuttered through an apology, Emira couldn't help but think of how odd Rory was. Seriously. The oddest person in the world. Did social isolation really do that to a person? Then again, she didn't really know if he was isolated. He probably found some way to watch movies. At least documentaries on the royalty of England or something. Always be polite. Never even think of being rude. And that was Rory was. Forever polite, never rude, most of the time unintentionally creepy. Emira accepted him for who he was. He probably just needed someone to cling to until he made some new friends. Emira was going to be that person whether she liked it or not. Not sure of which she was, she decided to just roll with it. As creepy as Rory was, he wasn't annoying. Thank God for that, Emira would have probably had a mental breakdown if Rory was annoying. Sure, this was pretty much their second encounter, but still. Her point stood. She hated annoying people. Rory wasn't one of them. Awesome.

He seemed genuinely sorry for 'startling' Emira. Well, okay, maybe she was a little bit startled. Emira couldn't help it if Rory's appearance was scary when you're not expecting it. Now she was fine, but if she was Rory staring at her, three inches away from her face in the middle of the night Emira was pretty sure she'd flip. Wouldn't anybody? Like, more than most people though. Most people in regards to who the starer is. If it was Zlatko, Emira would probably just call him weird and get up. Rory? Emira would probably wake up real quick. At least Rory was aware he could frighten people, Emira thought. Maybe if he just worked on the whole creeperness aspect of his socialization method, he wouldn't freak so many people out. And Emira, being the one he's currently clinging to, would be the one to teach him. Ugh. Maybe later. Emira didn't want to teach anybody anything. Ever.

But then, disregard everything else. Rory just curled into a ball. Woah. That's awesome. But not only did he just curl into a ball, he just rolled down the tree. Haters gonna hate, Rory was friggin' awesome. Even though he was probably the creepiest, scariest dude in the entire universe, that whole rolling trick made up for everything and plus some. Emira grinned, showing her appreciation for that trick. It was basically the coolest thing she'd seen here so far. The best part was that Emira didn't expect it. Then again, when it came to Rory, could one really expect anything? Ever? At all? Emira thought not. Rory was just unpredictable. Creepy, awesome, whatever. Rory pulled both off rather well.

He was watching her for 'quite the extensive amount of time' as he put it, as any member of the royal family would. He gave that little Rory bow and smiled a bit. She thought. It was probably a smile, but Emira could tell he was feeling a bit guilty. Wouldn't anyone feel guilty after they practically stalked someone? Honestly, he was being weird. Emira would feel guilty if she was just chillin' on a ceiling light or something, watching a person write in their diary. Or sleep. But then again, Emira couldn't exactly roll off the light. Emira wouldn't really have a way to get off. Uh. So maybe that wasn't the best analogy, but her point still stood, whatever it was.

"It's fine," Emira started, shifting a bit to make a little room for Rory so he wouldn't feel totally left out, "I don't mind, just a little surprised. I didn't really expect any visitors from above," she finished with a little laugh, indicating her forgiveness and lightheartedness towards the situation. It was odd, yes, but nevertheless Emira was going to try to make the best of it. Maybe... Get some feedback? Oh yes, she wanted some feedback. Maybe improve her drawing by a millionfold. Maybe Rory was secretly an art critic. But he wouldn't be a hypocrite. He didn't appear to exactly be able to create drawn or painted art. She didn't even know if he had opposable thumbs.

"Did you like it?" she asked, resisting the urge to add 'That's what she said' at the end of her question. That's just downright inappropriate and Rory probably wouldn't get it anyway. In any case, Emira was about to get some feedback. This was good. Usually, she never received any. Emira supposed this could be a good thing. It helped let her develop her own style and her own themes without the minds of others peering in and making themselves a part of the picture. But then again, if nobody understood what Emira was drawing about, it wouldn't be able to move people. That was what it came down to. She wanted to move people, she wanted people to feel emotion one way or another. In any artistically-inclined thing she did, that's what she was working towards. She just wanted people to feel where Emira was coming from, to know deep down in their hearts that this is the reason why Emira Munic draws, this is the reason she included that little box with the person inside of it. This is the reason Emira Munic continues to do what she does. This is the reason why Emira Munic is herself. So deep.

«NOW THE ONLY ONE YOU HAVE
IS YOU»

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TIME=LATER
TAG=RORY
WORDCOUNT=913
STATUS=DONE
NOTES?=NONE
CREDIT=ME, MYSELF, I, ET. AL {OH AND LYRICS BY THE DEAR HUNTER}

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[Rory Blair]

"For death begins with life's first breath and life begins at touch of death."



Pomegranates taste delicious and they’re so fun to eat! Brrrr… it’s so cold in the winter, but snow’s so fun fun fun! No don’t break up with her, it’ll break her little heart! Rory knew he was odd, he just didn’t exactly catch what made him so odd, or why people gave him odd stares, even when he had been physically a normal human. He knew what was socially accepted and what wasn’t, but the odd little thing was, he personally felt no ill from some of the things he did, he felt no conscious guilt, pain, or suffering from things he did, and he questioned, why should humanity? Of course it was in sorts selfish, apathetic, and even dangerously painful for the receiving party at times, but he couldn’t really get why, it didn’t tick in him. Yet, he wanted to make others happy, he wanted to serve and help others, even if he didn’t understand what was going on, then again… maybe he did, but he chose to ignore it?

The odd thing was he’d always talked oddly; he’d always done weird things, at least within the last decade. The problem for him though was that he couldn’t remember what’d sparked him into using such proper language, and what’d turned him toward such odd behavior, like a shattered part of his past, a missing section of his memory. Everything was there though, at least it felt as if everything was there… Rory wasn’t sure what was wrong with his mind, but obviously watching the history channel from across the street, while sitting next to a cooing horde of pigeons on a balcony, wasn’t the best way to develop correctly.

Rory knew he was creepy in the eyes of others; he just had the wish that it wasn’t so socially unaccepted to do such things. He never meant ill-feelings or harm upon a person when he did most things, and thus he’d always felt kind of hurt when they screamed in fear, or coyly walked backwards, away from him. Maybe it was because Rory never felt weird whenever someone else did something socially unaccepted to him, some things that didn’t bother him though, most likely bothered others, and some things that bothered him, probably didn’t bother others.

Of things to be scared of in the middle of the night, Rory was probably one of them. Afterall he looked like a large dead monstrous abomination, and even so this was the least of his horrid appearances if anything… Just walking by mirrors at night gave him frights, as if he were seeing a ghost, or a undead beast, on several occasions he’d let out fearful hisses at himself, forgetting just how truly horrid he was sometimes. If mirrors could reflect personalities though… would he like what he’d see there? He often reflected upon his personality whenever he was alone and contemplative of his actions, usually after he performed a horrendous act. The horrid part was… sometimes he enjoyed doing them… Usually though, he only felt that way when he himself was placed in a bad situation, not in situations such as what was currently happening with Emira. Situations where he would end up cornered and hunted down like a dog, sometimes he enjoyed defending himself, maybe a little too much, to toss in a reason to harm, to kill...

In time hopefully Rory would control his emotions, mind, and feelings alongside his powers. He’d already controlled his more harmful ability, but then again, which of the two was really the more dangerous one? Emira stated she was fine after his annoying apology, but he couldn’t help but feel it wasn’t fine; still he took her word for it and trusted what she said about being just a little surprised. Soon enough Emira asked if he'd liked ‘it’, whatever ‘it’ was. Then Rory remembered what he’d been doing the past couple hours. Sometimes Rory’s memories, short and long term were truly out of whack, or maybe he was just losing his train of thought, or possibly sending out several trains of thought at once and losing track of which were going to what destinations.

Regardless Rory didn’t take Emira’s offer to sit by next to her, he kept his distance from people, and thus he just crept back a bit from her, crouched down, folded his legs and sat down, rather getting closer. Although he had control over his necrotic death field for the most part and had basically perfected his control over it, he couldn’t help but feel it would be a risk to stay close, he’d seen the horrid effects of extremely accelerated aging, and eventual death, and didn’t wish the fate upon anyone ever again, be it animals, humans, or in this case another mutant.

He lifted his head after thinking for a few seconds and said in a raspy, yet polite and somewhat elegant voice, “Your art inspired me, left me to ponder life itself, it was elegantly drawn, and beautiful in so many ways Emira, I thank you for requesting for my opinion on the piece.”

The thing about interpretation was, sometimes people interpreted things differently, in this case Rory had truly been left to ponder and think, but upon his own emotions on the scene. If anything to Rory, art was something that was to express ones self in the piece, but also to show others that expression and for them to interpret it as drawn, or to feel and express ones own emotions to the piece, even if contrary or frighteningly alike to the makers intentions. Rory gave a faint, yet honest smile after finishing his statement, but in truth he really hadn’t said much, there was much to say, yet he couldn’t make the words out. It was funny his smiles, they always meant so much to him, yet were nothing to him at the same time, honestly nothing beyond a mere muscle reflex for him, but one that was caused by a great movement of emotions.

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Tag: Rory & Emira
Word Count: 1004
Notes: None

[Emira Munic]

``PRAYERS FROM ABOVE
NEVER ANSWERED QUITE ENOUGH

Emira liked compliments. Really, she did. They made her feel special and they made her feel all warm and fuzzy inside and with compliments she felt like what she was doing had a purpose. As of now, Emira wasn't just doing this because it would be pretty cool. She was going to enter some prestigious art show for pretentious people with funny mustaches and others who look homeless because it's the "new look". And you know what? She was going to win. It wasn't just that Rory made her art out to be pretty much like the second coming of the messiah, but it was like her art revitalized Rory. And by the looks of it, he needed it. Do ho ho. That was witty. Emira felt bad. She was totes going to hell now.

She noticed that Rory kept his distance. Strange little critter, Rory was. Maybe he was some sort of a dog at first and then science gave him the power to speak but at the expense of everything that made him look alive. Actually, no. That was stupid. And it would probably never happen. What was much more likely was that he was a normal kid and at some point his mutant power kicked in and that must've hurt like a-

No. Calm down, Emira. Breathe. Metally breathe. And physically breathe, but mentally breathe, too, to calm down. Good. That would be absolutely terrible and Emira wanted to throw up after thinking about that. Not really. Whatever.

Emira recalled the first time her power kicked in. Well, she didn't really, but she knew it happened when she was younger. She was running from something, not in a bad way but just a playful way, and then whoop she was running up the wall and she didn't know what to do. So she ended up just standing there, infinitely confused. And in her infinite confusion she had a revelation: why just sit here when she could do something else? And from that question came an answer: it would be awkward to leave Rory and she was laaaaazy. Lazy lazy lazy and Emira didn't really have the drive to finish her thing right now. 3D could wait until Emiratime was over. When was Emiratime over? She didn't know. One day. She had lots of 'projects' like this that just never got finished. She wrote a few chapters of a novel she'd been planning for quite some time. She had countless sketches all in a crapton of sketchpads, most of which at home. She had a few songs that she only had one or two instruments recorded for. A bunch of things like that. It you combined them all, however, and their combined efforts, she would have one decent-quality thing. Whatever that turned out to be, Emira wasn't sure. Probably a book. Or a song. Or a painting. Well, that certainly narrowed it down.

Emira didn't quite know how to respond to Rory. Her picture was the second coming. What should she say?

"Thanks." No, that was dumb. Wait, did she...? Oh, she did. Her picture was great and awesome and being asked to comment on it was like being selected by God himself to travel on a pilgrimage to defeat all evil for all eternity. Oh, thanks, cool. Oy.

"Um, thanks," she started. Repeating herself. Not good. Say something. Anything. Anything besides thanks.

"So, how're you?" Emira was so terrible at taking compliments. Thanks? Thanks, um thanks? Really? Emira just honestly did that? It was times like these that Emira hated being Emira. But, what's done was done, and now the two of them were in the future-now-present, and the conversation shifted to Rory. But Emira's thoughts wandered back home. She wondered what Zlatko was doing now. He always seemed to be like the little kid caught doing something embarrassing. Hiding everything, suddenly getting all angry. And when she brought anything up, it was always played off as a joke or not responded to at all. It almost made Emira suspicious. But Zlatko was kind of... Slow. He wouldn't have the mental capacity. It was a wonder, really, how Emira stayed sane in that dwelling area. Little intellectual stimulation causes some to go crazy, obviously not Emira. She liked to think of that as a superpower, because Emira was obviously a superheroine. A superheroine. Not superheroine. Big difference. Geez, all this talk about superheros and drugs... Honestly, Emira was getting too far in her little reverie. She should really start paying more attention to the conversation.

Emira had a talent for making it always look as if she was engaged in a conversation. Nothing off. Nothing amiss with her. Always just staring into the other person's eyes and "listening". Emira was a good "listener", but not so much a good listener. It was complicated. Only superheroes could explain it, and even then only other superheros would get it. It was pretty complicated stuff, but that was the world of superheros. You know. Life on the streets. Life on the streets in suburban New York. Word.

«NOW THE ONLY ONE YOU HAVE
IS YOU»

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TIME=SAME
TAG=RORY
WORDCOUNT=860
STATUS=DONEDONEDONE
NOTES?=NONE NOW
CREDIT=ME, MYSELF, I, ET. AL {OH AND LYRICS BY THE DEAR HUNTER}

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