with my back pressed by the darkening glow of dusk

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Am I broken-

After all this time, nothing has really changed. Almost two months? Even a single day can be a long time.

I still receive those checks. Why do they give me us free money?

....

Sometimes I wonder. What makes a person a person?

[ooc: I hate to run and tag, but I may have to go v. soon. ♥ Will pick up tags + tag threads until forever if necessary. ]

That day, when Nika asked Tanya to be his girlfriend, she first asked if it was all right with me. Tanya thought... I think, she must have thought that I liked Nika since we were always around each other. But it— it wasn't like that! The two of us were both in photography club, so we couldn't help but be together during shoots. Sometimes he would be there to help set up for meetings. And there were times when he would tease me, like when I accidentally tripped and planted my face in the snow while trying to catch a shot of a roosting crane. But we were all friends back then, all four of us. Once, there was a competition between Nika and I where we tried to see who could hold their breath underwater the longest. Even though he won I wasn't upset at all, but I think it was impossible for any of us to have been upset that day. The way Nika laughed... or that face he makes when he's too shy to say something, just like that face he made to Tanya when—

It was during the summer when Nika first showed me the clubhouse. A small, abandoned building where he kept odds and ends. We would spend afternoons together talking, or making silly plans; all sorts of plans for the future, or what new places or things we could shoot. Eventually we drifted from that place. We started going less and less, until...

When Tanya asked me, I told her it was fine. That even though Nika was a boy and got into fights, and did stupid things occasionally, he was a good guy. He has always been nice to me, and he definitely does have a good heart. And so, I knew Tanya would be happy with him. If Tanya was happy, then I would be too.




... Whenever I'm around Nika, sometimes my chest tightens so much that I forget to take a breath. As if there's something in my stomach, jumping around- dancing, and these pinpricks suddenly dot all over my arms. Whenever I see him, I don't know why, but it feels—

Later that day, when I saw Tanya walk home with Nika, I thought my heart would beat out of my chest. I didn't know why. I don't know why.

[ooc: Slowpoke forever. Backdated to earlier in the evening. ]

(  ☄ audio | not private thanks to no inner monologue curse )

Excuse me— I have a few questions. Proper questions this time, if any of you wouldn't mind answering?

To anyone who has left the City, have any of you been able to bring things back from the City?

And... just because a person hasn't seen you in a long time, that doesn't mean they don't like you. If it's someone you love, someone who you know loved you- being far apart for along time doesn't change anything. Right?

[ooc: Affected by No Inner Monologue Curse. ALSO I apologize for the constant baaaaaaw with her-- it's canon and fitting since she will be getting an update soon. So, yes. Thank you. ♥ ;3; ]

[ An alleyway tucked in the far corners of the Parisian!City is not a place where many would stray. Trash and broken bottles scattered across the floor; dilapidated hovels with broken planks for doors and gaping holes. It's not a place where Suou usually visits either. Too rough even for her. However, it is a good place if one wants to hide themselves away.

A bang echoes through the air, followed by three consecutive shots. After each clatter of sound there's the crack of shattering glass. She's firing a bullet into each bottle, lined up and spaced apart on a wall opposite to her. A bulls eye every time. ]

A moving target. This time... I know I'll be able to—

[ Her face reads deadpan, eyes narrowed with concentration. The small pistol shifts toward a new target, this time a cat milling through a pile a trash.

It's trembling as she wavers, and soon Suou's hand falls to her side in defeat. It's always like this.]

One day. One day, I'll have to do it and on that day, I can't risk to waver. Isn't that right, Ricardo?

[ She pulls to the side of the alleyway, slipping the pistol in her pocket as she leans against the side of a wall. There's a large squirrel on her shoulder, presumably the Ricardo she was speaking to. Of course it doesn't talk back (even if it is Mao uncursed).

Fingers move to clutch the necklace on her chest, nearly lucid with a tinge of gold. It certainly isn't the mark of a street urchin. ]

I'm sorry, Papa. [ The tone of her voice is far from deadpan now. ]

[ SCREAM I AM SORRY FOR LATENESS. My indecision + Firefox crashed just as I was about to post soobalhsjfhs. /destroys firefox. Feel free to audio or []. Also, basic backstory. ]

There's something I've been thinking about.

When I - all of us leave, we could lose our memories. It would be like none of this ever happened. But memories are what make us who we are. The way we are now- it's because of all the people we've met and all the things we've experienced. That's why I don't want to forget.

Most of all, I don't want to forget everyone I've met here. Almost three months of memories and people that can't be replaced. There's nothing I can do to stop the City from taking them away, and that's why I have to save as much as I can.

Could I take pictures of everyone?

Even people I've barely met! I want to save everything I can so I can bring them back with me. I'll promise they'll be good shots, and maybe I could even take a group shot of all my friends. At least I can take pieces back with me.

[ There's really no reason to be wandering across the square this late at night. But it's better than going home to where it's too quiet, even with Mao and the television snapped on. And the walls are far too much like those walls—

She heads toward a shop display filled with glass bobbles painted red, green, and blue for the holidays. ]

... I wonder if Mao would want a tree.

[ooc: Backdated to an hour ago aaaand Cursed. Cheek kisses and hugs only? ;;

slow tags will be slow. ;; /hiatuss-ing... still.]

(  [☄ private audio ] )

First off-

Is anyone hiring? I know I'm young and I don't have many skills yet, but I know I can be useful! I'm responsible, and I promise to do whatever you tell me- and you don't have to pay me a lot.

Or if anyone is looking for a photographer, I can do that too. If you need to take pictures for their business or do personal portraits... I'm not a pro, but that means I won't charge so much.

Thank you!
- Suou Pavlichenko / 蘇芳・パブリチェンコ

It doesn't seem cold enough to be winter, but then it's not as if I'm in Russia. The weather is still chilly enough for Sbiten though. I probably could drink it all the time- summer, winter, fall, or spring! I'll need cardamon, cinnamon, honey, apricot jam, ginger, chili... it won't be as good as Bella's, but I bet it'll still taste fine.

2ndnighshift, I finished editing your pictures today. I should have asked him for his last name. They all turned out really great, especially the air shots! I'll give you a CD for now, but I can print them out for you once I find a printer.

I'm also nearly done editing all the pictures from our trip, playstheblues. Thank you for being such a good sport, even if I must have been annoying after awhile. The best shots are often the surprise ones, did you know?

[ooc: Pretend it's forward dated to 9:00 am or so? ]