You're Gonna Have a (badtime) wrote in repose, @ 2016-01-22 03:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | *log, connie gunster, dahlia haight |
quicklog: connie/dahl build a penis snowman
[Connie's shift hadn't technically ended at the B&B around 2am, but there weren't a lot of customers this time of year. Some people left town once that kid went missing. Some of the reporters who had been there to cover the kid had left, too. Connie figured if the few people who were staying there wanted something, it was a slim chance. And, they could deal until she got back. She needed to do a prank, she needed to have fun. Anything to escape this weird urge to cry that she couldn't shake. It came at the worst times. A dumb commercial about a dog who got lost, a pretty bouquet of flowers at the supermarket, a funny text message from her brother. She found herself wondering a lot more lately if her dad was really coming home at all. If she was using him as an excuse to be lazy.
Connie stepped outside into the chilly, but quiet night. She looked up at the moon yaaaooww'd! at it and then raised her hand. The world around her went still, frozen in place like a snowglobe left alone for decades, and she let herself cry. Something ugly, stupid, meaningless. Loud. It didn't matter when time was turned off. She knew she didn't have a reason to. She knew that her life was purposely built to keep her from feeling like being alone was awful. But, she cried anyway. It took a while, long enough that her powers started to fizz out and she could see her skin melt from her bones. She turned to look at the black window of the B&B at her grinning, skeleton face. Blue fire in her eyes. A curse her dad put on her, whether he knew it or not.
And then with a snap, time went back to normal. Her face was fleshy and cute once more and she felt better. Nothing a little cry couldn't solve. Connie smiled at herself, winking that blue fire out of her eyes and then she made her way to city hall. She asked Dahl to meet her across the street at the cemetery so they could cement their plans. When Dahl got there, she'd find Connie leaning against the cemetery entrance, arms crossed confidently and looking cool as fuck. As per the usual.]