eryntheartifact

[eryntheartifact]

la-loyd?

My uh, my names Eryn.

[eryntheartifact]

Uh-huh, ..

ur elemental power is green

I'm sorry, what?

[eryntheartifact]

Mmh, actually, you decided Ireland was your niece.

ur elemental power is green

I'm sorry, what?

[eryntheartifact]

I have no idea what nen, .. Ninjago, is.

ur elemental power is green

I'm sorry, what?

[eryntheartifact]

Uh, whats that?

ur elemental power is green

I'm sorry, what?

[eryntheartifact]

Steph is the :3 to "Vanessa"'s =)

You'll meet her soon

Aawh. She made friends.

[eryntheartifact]

[She lets out a sigh, then lifts the container into her hold once more. Its cap is still running with gasoline, her hands growing damp around it.]

It makes sense for my handprints to be here, though. I'm the, uh, ..

[She cranes her head towards the shops door. She decides not to finish her sentence, instead clearing her throat.]

Mmh.

[She places the container beneath her arm, which grows damp aswell. She cringes, then places her hand over the containers open cap.]

[Eryn is strolling down a sidewalk. Her boots are untied, clumsily fit, practically falling from her feet. Its raining outside, she's carrying nothing but one, small umbrella, and what appears to be a plastic, gasoline-filled jug. She's swinging it around, absentmindedly. Her boots catch against a rock, and they, again, practically fall off. She sighs, and continues walking.]

I am the passenger, ..

[She's singing. Eryn seems far too happy, considering her situation. She inches her free hand upwards, stained of the very gasoline in her jug, then uses it to pull her hood over her head. Her jacket isnt her own. Its a light, almost neon red. Its sleeved are lightly burned, seemingly by a cigarette. She reaches a large, open shop, its windows blocked out by sheets. Eryn pauses, bends down to fix her shoes, before straightening back up and walking inside.]

..huh.

[She's met with taxidermy. Her phone is ringing in her pocket, she ignores it. Eryn continues walking inside, her boots causing the floor to become wet. She's still swinging the jug around. Her smile fades, as she reaches the shops counter. There arent any employees around. She sighs, once more, and places the jug down.]

Alright.

[She looks down at herself, then begins to rummage through her pockets. Its unclear what she's rummaging for. Her phone continues to ring, she continues to ignore it.]

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[eryntheartifact]

[She places the container down onto the counter. She holds onto the hem of her shirt, her hands warm.]

She's gonna come in here and light something.

[She nods towards the container, or rather the gasoline poured around it. She seems somewhat uneasy, both from the gas, and the growing smell of dead animal.]

So, then, I'm not cleaning that up.

[Eryn is strolling down a sidewalk. Her boots are untied, clumsily fit, practically falling from her feet. Its raining outside, she's carrying nothing but one, small umbrella, and what appears to be a plastic, gasoline-filled jug. She's swinging it around, absentmindedly. Her boots catch against a rock, and they, again, practically fall off. She sighs, and continues walking.]

I am the passenger, ..

[She's singing. Eryn seems far too happy, considering her situation. She inches her free hand upwards, stained of the very gasoline in her jug, then uses it to pull her hood over her head. Her jacket isnt her own. Its a light, almost neon red. Its sleeved are lightly burned, seemingly by a cigarette. She reaches a large, open shop, its windows blocked out by sheets. Eryn pauses, bends down to fix her shoes, before straightening back up and walking inside.]

..huh.

[She's met with taxidermy. Her phone is ringing in her pocket, she ignores it. Eryn continues walking inside, her boots causing the floor to become wet. She's still swinging the jug around. Her smile fades, as she reaches the shops counter. There arent any employees around. She sighs, once more, and places the jug down.]

Alright.

[She looks down at herself, then begins to rummage through her pockets. Its unclear what she's rummaging for. Her phone continues to ring, she continues to ignore it.]

// @mrartefactstorage wassup

[eryntheartifact]

tummy hurt :(

[eryntheartifact]

[She slowly reaches her hand towards his own. She hesitates, then holds onto it. He can feel the corners of the lighter, fortunately still dry, against his hand.]

I'm sorry.

[She nods, her hair clinging to her face once more. It seems somewhat faded, from up close. Her roots are an ashy brown.]

I've never been here alone, before. I thought, ..

[She glances away from him, her words fading into a mumble.]

[Eryn is strolling down a sidewalk. Her boots are untied, clumsily fit, practically falling from her feet. Its raining outside, she's carrying nothing but one, small umbrella, and what appears to be a plastic, gasoline-filled jug. She's swinging it around, absentmindedly. Her boots catch against a rock, and they, again, practically fall off. She sighs, and continues walking.]

I am the passenger, ..

[She's singing. Eryn seems far too happy, considering her situation. She inches her free hand upwards, stained of the very gasoline in her jug, then uses it to pull her hood over her head. Her jacket isnt her own. Its a light, almost neon red. Its sleeved are lightly burned, seemingly by a cigarette. She reaches a large, open shop, its windows blocked out by sheets. Eryn pauses, bends down to fix her shoes, before straightening back up and walking inside.]

..huh.

[She's met with taxidermy. Her phone is ringing in her pocket, she ignores it. Eryn continues walking inside, her boots causing the floor to become wet. She's still swinging the jug around. Her smile fades, as she reaches the shops counter. There arent any employees around. She sighs, once more, and places the jug down.]

Alright.

[She looks down at herself, then begins to rummage through her pockets. Its unclear what she's rummaging for. Her phone continues to ring, she continues to ignore it.]

// @mrartefactstorage wassup

[eryntheartifact]

[She steps further towards the counter. Her hold on the container loosens once more, and she sighs.]

I dont want that either.

[She shrugs her shoulder, somewhat childishly. She doesnt hold his hand. She instead stares down at it.]

I'm sorry. I'm sorry, sir. I'm sorry.

[Eryn is strolling down a sidewalk. Her boots are untied, clumsily fit, practically falling from her feet. Its raining outside, she's carrying nothing but one, small umbrella, and what appears to be a plastic, gasoline-filled jug. She's swinging it around, absentmindedly. Her boots catch against a rock, and they, again, practically fall off. She sighs, and continues walking.]

I am the passenger, ..

[She's singing. Eryn seems far too happy, considering her situation. She inches her free hand upwards, stained of the very gasoline in her jug, then uses it to pull her hood over her head. Her jacket isnt her own. Its a light, almost neon red. Its sleeved are lightly burned, seemingly by a cigarette. She reaches a large, open shop, its windows blocked out by sheets. Eryn pauses, bends down to fix her shoes, before straightening back up and walking inside.]

..huh.

[She's met with taxidermy. Her phone is ringing in her pocket, she ignores it. Eryn continues walking inside, her boots causing the floor to become wet. She's still swinging the jug around. Her smile fades, as she reaches the shops counter. There arent any employees around. She sighs, once more, and places the jug down.]

Alright.

[She looks down at herself, then begins to rummage through her pockets. Its unclear what she's rummaging for. Her phone continues to ring, she continues to ignore it.]

// @mrartefactstorage wassup

[eryntheartifact]

[She loosens her hold on the container. Her eyes begin to gloss, either from the smell of gasoline or the increasingly uncomftorable situation. Perhaps both.]

No, uh, I dont.

[Eryn is strolling down a sidewalk. Her boots are untied, clumsily fit, practically falling from her feet. Its raining outside, she's carrying nothing but one, small umbrella, and what appears to be a plastic, gasoline-filled jug. She's swinging it around, absentmindedly. Her boots catch against a rock, and they, again, practically fall off. She sighs, and continues walking.]

I am the passenger, ..

[She's singing. Eryn seems far too happy, considering her situation. She inches her free hand upwards, stained of the very gasoline in her jug, then uses it to pull her hood over her head. Her jacket isnt her own. Its a light, almost neon red. Its sleeved are lightly burned, seemingly by a cigarette. She reaches a large, open shop, its windows blocked out by sheets. Eryn pauses, bends down to fix her shoes, before straightening back up and walking inside.]

..huh.

[She's met with taxidermy. Her phone is ringing in her pocket, she ignores it. Eryn continues walking inside, her boots causing the floor to become wet. She's still swinging the jug around. Her smile fades, as she reaches the shops counter. There arent any employees around. She sighs, once more, and places the jug down.]

Alright.

[She looks down at herself, then begins to rummage through her pockets. Its unclear what she's rummaging for. Her phone continues to ring, she continues to ignore it.]

// @mrartefactstorage wassup

[eryntheartifact]

No, not at all. I'd say the cut adds onto it, d'you know? And uh, .. ee-yup.

"You're young, take risks" they said.

Well I've just realised I don't know how to walk in this. How much more of a risk could you want...!

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[She turns, once he questions the container. Her boots dont let out their usual sounds, instead sliding against the floor.]

I'm sorry, what?

[She seems almost suprised. Her hair clings to her lips, and she immediately wipes her sleeve, now damp with gasoline, against it.]

No, I wouldnt, ..

[She glances over her shoulder, towards the wall. She notes the absence of cameras, then glances away, at him.]

No, sir. I wouldnt come in if there were cameras.

[Eryn is strolling down a sidewalk. Her boots are untied, clumsily fit, practically falling from her feet. Its raining outside, she's carrying nothing but one, small umbrella, and what appears to be a plastic, gasoline-filled jug. She's swinging it around, absentmindedly. Her boots catch against a rock, and they, again, practically fall off. She sighs, and continues walking.]

I am the passenger, ..

[She's singing. Eryn seems far too happy, considering her situation. She inches her free hand upwards, stained of the very gasoline in her jug, then uses it to pull her hood over her head. Her jacket isnt her own. Its a light, almost neon red. Its sleeved are lightly burned, seemingly by a cigarette. She reaches a large, open shop, its windows blocked out by sheets. Eryn pauses, bends down to fix her shoes, before straightening back up and walking inside.]

..huh.

[She's met with taxidermy. Her phone is ringing in her pocket, she ignores it. Eryn continues walking inside, her boots causing the floor to become wet. She's still swinging the jug around. Her smile fades, as she reaches the shops counter. There arent any employees around. She sighs, once more, and places the jug down.]

Alright.

[She looks down at herself, then begins to rummage through her pockets. Its unclear what she's rummaging for. Her phone continues to ring, she continues to ignore it.]

// @mrartefactstorage wassup

[eryntheartifact]

Oh my god, you're gorgeous.

"You're young, take risks" they said.

Well I've just realised I don't know how to walk in this. How much more of a risk could you want...!

[eryntheartifact]

[She shrugs her shoulder. Her hair is somewhat longer than he remembers it being. Its unbrushed, she hasnt brought her bag, the only thing holding her brush, with her.]

No, no. I'm sorry.

[She clears her throat, with a cough. She reaches downwards, then grabs onto the plastic container once more. Its as wet with gasoline as the floor is, and so the scent grows stronger.]

Here.

[She swipes the hem of her sleeve over the container, cleaning it, then gestures it towards him. Her limbs are weighed down by lethargy.]

[Eryn is strolling down a sidewalk. Her boots are untied, clumsily fit, practically falling from her feet. Its raining outside, she's carrying nothing but one, small umbrella, and what appears to be a plastic, gasoline-filled jug. She's swinging it around, absentmindedly. Her boots catch against a rock, and they, again, practically fall off. She sighs, and continues walking.]

I am the passenger, ..

[She's singing. Eryn seems far too happy, considering her situation. She inches her free hand upwards, stained of the very gasoline in her jug, then uses it to pull her hood over her head. Her jacket isnt her own. Its a light, almost neon red. Its sleeved are lightly burned, seemingly by a cigarette. She reaches a large, open shop, its windows blocked out by sheets. Eryn pauses, bends down to fix her shoes, before straightening back up and walking inside.]

..huh.

[She's met with taxidermy. Her phone is ringing in her pocket, she ignores it. Eryn continues walking inside, her boots causing the floor to become wet. She's still swinging the jug around. Her smile fades, as she reaches the shops counter. There arent any employees around. She sighs, once more, and places the jug down.]

Alright.

[She looks down at herself, then begins to rummage through her pockets. Its unclear what she's rummaging for. Her phone continues to ring, she continues to ignore it.]

// @mrartefactstorage wassup

[eryntheartifact]

//oh you are soso sweet 💗💗

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