Post by Cassidy on Nov 20, 2021 20:08:14 GMT
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Music: Cost of Living by The Tunics
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Music: Cost of Living by The Tunics
Cassidy DeWitt
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Walking with the two had been calming, to say the least, especially with all the chaos from earlier. Not that I was afraid for my own life earlier but rather it could reveal so much of my abilities and who I was.
Luckily, that had been averted, and, in spite of the fact I could have just left the scene and the two people I met, the symbiote and I chose the faster of two options when it came to the repair of my vehicle as well as getting away from the scene and holding up somewhere in the meantime.
So, now we all were talking.
Apparently, pizza time had yet to enter the hearts of these two, Venus and Annabelle, and show them the light.
"You all are entitled to your opinions, even if they're wrong. And, yeah, cheese is evil. But, also, more than five toppings? You going to top it off with a chocolate sundae next? How does that work? Does it all start to pile up?"
It took about five or so toppings to have a pizza be considering a supreme pizza, right? What more could they necessarily add without taking toppings from other types of pizza? Could a pizza fit all those toppings onto itself or would it all start to pile up?
These were the serious questions that needed to be answered.
No matter the case, Venus and her friend seemed to have their heads on straight, neither intending on inviting me into their home--as they should--instead heading towards the parking garage nearby. It is a rather big complex as Venus explained to me. Interesting.
Then Venus took a crack at what I said, making a light joke. Okay, I could get down with this. A nice change of pace from the insults and the fact Annabelle may have indirectly compared him to a clown, which he let slide.
After all, I was always down to clown.
"Nah, I get a good vibe from you guys," I smiled.
In other words, my sixth sense has not gone off yet around these two. And it seems the symbiote tolerates you two enough as well.
"Besides, by horror movie and serial killer logic, you guys can't try and kill me until late at night and until my defenses are down, even after several odd and creepy occurrences have happened. Those are the rules. Sorry to ruin your whole plan."
I smirked at Venus before this little group slowed to a stop in front of the garage.
Annabelle seemed a bit excited, a little too much.
Because she thought it was a good idea to start up and clambering over the garage before I could say a thing. Kicking the kick stand so my moped did not fall over, I began making my way over and opening up my arms to catch Annabelle in case she fell, mumbling a little.
Something along the lines of this being dumb and breaking and entering.
I thought they had access to this place? Was Annabelle crazy? Were these two crooks? No, none of it quite made any sense.
What was happening?
Luckily, Annabelle did not fall, instead slipping inside. I turned to Venus as my forehead creased a little and my eyebrows lowered into confusion.
"Does she do this often? Because she's one snagged foot away from falling on her tuchas."
I seriously did not need someone cracking their head or behind to be added to the list of things I already feel bad about.
Luckily, that had been averted, and, in spite of the fact I could have just left the scene and the two people I met, the symbiote and I chose the faster of two options when it came to the repair of my vehicle as well as getting away from the scene and holding up somewhere in the meantime.
So, now we all were talking.
Apparently, pizza time had yet to enter the hearts of these two, Venus and Annabelle, and show them the light.
"You all are entitled to your opinions, even if they're wrong. And, yeah, cheese is evil. But, also, more than five toppings? You going to top it off with a chocolate sundae next? How does that work? Does it all start to pile up?"
It took about five or so toppings to have a pizza be considering a supreme pizza, right? What more could they necessarily add without taking toppings from other types of pizza? Could a pizza fit all those toppings onto itself or would it all start to pile up?
These were the serious questions that needed to be answered.
No matter the case, Venus and her friend seemed to have their heads on straight, neither intending on inviting me into their home--as they should--instead heading towards the parking garage nearby. It is a rather big complex as Venus explained to me. Interesting.
Then Venus took a crack at what I said, making a light joke. Okay, I could get down with this. A nice change of pace from the insults and the fact Annabelle may have indirectly compared him to a clown, which he let slide.
After all, I was always down to clown.
"Nah, I get a good vibe from you guys," I smiled.
In other words, my sixth sense has not gone off yet around these two. And it seems the symbiote tolerates you two enough as well.
"Besides, by horror movie and serial killer logic, you guys can't try and kill me until late at night and until my defenses are down, even after several odd and creepy occurrences have happened. Those are the rules. Sorry to ruin your whole plan."
I smirked at Venus before this little group slowed to a stop in front of the garage.
Annabelle seemed a bit excited, a little too much.
Because she thought it was a good idea to start up and clambering over the garage before I could say a thing. Kicking the kick stand so my moped did not fall over, I began making my way over and opening up my arms to catch Annabelle in case she fell, mumbling a little.
Something along the lines of this being dumb and breaking and entering.
I thought they had access to this place? Was Annabelle crazy? Were these two crooks? No, none of it quite made any sense.
What was happening?
Luckily, Annabelle did not fall, instead slipping inside. I turned to Venus as my forehead creased a little and my eyebrows lowered into confusion.
"Does she do this often? Because she's one snagged foot away from falling on her tuchas."
I seriously did not need someone cracking their head or behind to be added to the list of things I already feel bad about.