Post by Mallory Chang on Mar 24, 2014 12:08:11 GMT 9.5
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I DUG INTO YOUR HEART WE GOT NOTHING AT ALL
Mal sat in the field until the sun began to set. She could see the tops of what few cars had parked in front of the massive screen scheduled to play "Lost in Time: The Second Second", the fading light reflecting dull halos around them. Golden hour, she'd heard the term before, some vaguely friendly photographer she'd met in the waiting room of Devinsheer General Hospital, and tried to imagine everything with a Midas touch tint. Golden grain grass teaming with golden insects incrusted with jewels, golden pines with their usually dark bows sparkling in 24 carat splendor, and all the blustery couples in the cars below frozen into priceless statues with locked lips of tender touching hands. Mal sighed and brought the daydream (or, rather, endofthedaydream) to a halt. If it dipped into too much detail she'd find herself wishing to be one of the sculpted youth, their unseeing gazes forever locked and shining with the shifting of the sun and the lights from the screen, which would make her achey and sour and she wanted to enjoy this movie.
Or as much of it as she could gather without hearing the words. She'd resolved to print out the screenplay while she'd been at the school but had gotten side tracked between accidentally petting a tabby cat Shifter, much to both their embarrassment, and soaking her favorite mary janes in the slime of the overly emotional slime secreting Physical in last period. Not that it mattered, the dialogue was subpar at best and Mal was fairly good at making up suitable replacements for onscreen conversations, but she would have liked to feel the accomplishment of remembering it herself.
The previews began to roll as the sun tucked itself further behind the distant mountains, peaking over the snowy peaks like a friend hesitant to leave a party prematurely, but Mal was uninterested in most of the features. The were tailored for nonGfteds, which made them better than anything she'd be shown at school, but most of them looked too stuffed full of mindless explosions to be of any interest to her. The "Lost in Time" series was action packed, but the central romance between the two characters made it worth the watch; even if the villain was Physical Gifted who pined after one of the protagonists like a slobbering dog. A hulking super strong, super intelligent individual who looked like he would break the ground he walked on.
"Not like me," she thought and settled back into the grass, brushing a hand through he dark hair, "If I wanted to I could run away to a place where no one knew anything about me."
Above her the sky was beginning to fade to the color of a fresh bruise and the first stars were starting to show. Mal busied herself with them for a moment, trying to remember the book in Kirkland General that had given the tiny, twinkling lights names and discoverers and stories, but could not come up with a memory. She touched her neck, out of habit, before swallowing, flinching, and setting her eyes back on the screen.
Two gigantic hands interlocking as their owners left into a Time Vortex, and Mal sighed up at the stars as she knitted her own left hand and one she sprouted from her lower back, pretending that it belonged to someone else.
Or as much of it as she could gather without hearing the words. She'd resolved to print out the screenplay while she'd been at the school but had gotten side tracked between accidentally petting a tabby cat Shifter, much to both their embarrassment, and soaking her favorite mary janes in the slime of the overly emotional slime secreting Physical in last period. Not that it mattered, the dialogue was subpar at best and Mal was fairly good at making up suitable replacements for onscreen conversations, but she would have liked to feel the accomplishment of remembering it herself.
The previews began to roll as the sun tucked itself further behind the distant mountains, peaking over the snowy peaks like a friend hesitant to leave a party prematurely, but Mal was uninterested in most of the features. The were tailored for nonGfteds, which made them better than anything she'd be shown at school, but most of them looked too stuffed full of mindless explosions to be of any interest to her. The "Lost in Time" series was action packed, but the central romance between the two characters made it worth the watch; even if the villain was Physical Gifted who pined after one of the protagonists like a slobbering dog. A hulking super strong, super intelligent individual who looked like he would break the ground he walked on.
"Not like me," she thought and settled back into the grass, brushing a hand through he dark hair, "If I wanted to I could run away to a place where no one knew anything about me."
Above her the sky was beginning to fade to the color of a fresh bruise and the first stars were starting to show. Mal busied herself with them for a moment, trying to remember the book in Kirkland General that had given the tiny, twinkling lights names and discoverers and stories, but could not come up with a memory. She touched her neck, out of habit, before swallowing, flinching, and setting her eyes back on the screen.
Two gigantic hands interlocking as their owners left into a Time Vortex, and Mal sighed up at the stars as she knitted her own left hand and one she sprouted from her lower back, pretending that it belonged to someone else.
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