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aguuA/N: This is srs business, bro. Also, tell me if this sounds about right. xD I like writing about us, still. I haven't abandoned the Story project, just tweaking plot points here and there and writing drabbles.
Written in a moving car, herp derp.
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The Story isn't exactly one story. It is made of seven, twelve, five hundred thousand people all living ordinary lives. Elizabeth Browning lives on Forgotten Whangrei Road. Adrian Nagant's train to his apartment never ends without someone stopping by Paradise Lane, the slummiest of all the Makati City (upper) slums. Raighn, on the other hand stops himself from buying yet another panda from various zoos all over the world, sighs to himself and releases a new brand of Pandaren Rex, copies of his favorite stuffed animal.
Luger is the student walking into Whangrei Comp Shop every afternoon and leaving the Honey Pie Library every night, his arms full of history, hacking and 'how to get a date' books. Dragunov is the type of boy who reinvents himself by becoming someone unusual, gives a cool-sort-of-made-up name (but not really) like Mauser and tries to speak in a funny accent, that just sounds natural.
Amateur and soon-to-be-professional Sten acts, texting and inviting everyone she knows to each show, but doesn't tell them about the cast parties, and uses her props as room decor.
Piniple spends his lazy, hazy afternoons playing soccer, basketball or smoking and hanging out with friends when the other officers are too busy.
Everyone has a fun, ordinary story, but put together they become an amalgamy of ordinary days. And little by little, an extraordinary, tiny gem of sparkling excitement is born. Garand takes the day gently, and Winchester sews up falling-apart cosplay costumes and trying to beat the high scores on his Ro740. The Story isn't anything special.
The day Raighn transformed into Noahn, Browning got her white work dress stained with blood and the left arm shred fighting with an assassin as White Death. That same night, Black Captain turned back into Nagant, cleaning the shallow cuts he received battling an oddly-dressed bodyguard holding a gun that never fired bullets.
To you, this may be a step into the oddness of Story. But this is the gem in their lives; Story's lifeblood.
And nothing, for any of them, would be the same.
Written in a moving car, herp derp.
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The Story isn't exactly one story. It is made of seven, twelve, five hundred thousand people all living ordinary lives. Elizabeth Browning lives on Forgotten Whangrei Road. Adrian Nagant's train to his apartment never ends without someone stopping by Paradise Lane, the slummiest of all the Makati City (upper) slums. Raighn, on the other hand stops himself from buying yet another panda from various zoos all over the world, sighs to himself and releases a new brand of Pandaren Rex, copies of his favorite stuffed animal.
Luger is the student walking into Whangrei Comp Shop every afternoon and leaving the Honey Pie Library every night, his arms full of history, hacking and 'how to get a date' books. Dragunov is the type of boy who reinvents himself by becoming someone unusual, gives a cool-sort-of-made-up name (but not really) like Mauser and tries to speak in a funny accent, that just sounds natural.
Amateur and soon-to-be-professional Sten acts, texting and inviting everyone she knows to each show, but doesn't tell them about the cast parties, and uses her props as room decor.
Piniple spends his lazy, hazy afternoons playing soccer, basketball or smoking and hanging out with friends when the other officers are too busy.
Everyone has a fun, ordinary story, but put together they become an amalgamy of ordinary days. And little by little, an extraordinary, tiny gem of sparkling excitement is born. Garand takes the day gently, and Winchester sews up falling-apart cosplay costumes and trying to beat the high scores on his Ro740. The Story isn't anything special.
The day Raighn transformed into Noahn, Browning got her white work dress stained with blood and the left arm shred fighting with an assassin as White Death. That same night, Black Captain turned back into Nagant, cleaning the shallow cuts he received battling an oddly-dressed bodyguard holding a gun that never fired bullets.
To you, this may be a step into the oddness of Story. But this is the gem in their lives; Story's lifeblood.
And nothing, for any of them, would be the same.
