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Zero stood in an estuary within his realm of thought, his sight hung on the empty weapons racks and holdings on the wall. Barren shelves he walked past left behind in the endless cycle of time.
Things were once there. Things that were his. He was not particularly materialistic. If anything it was their contribution, nothing but ending disaster.
A sentiment he would have died for before and even still now. This deep beautiful undulating despair built his desire for purpose where there was once only room for one. He held despair as well as hatred and knew now from then on that there was now a better potential of love and hope.
He was part of nothing, no one but himself, and the things he did were just added weight to his conscious. Weight but it could be lifted, not by himself but by others.
He could not deny them by merit of despair.
would not be solely up to them, he had something that they didn’t but that they would need.
Not as back then…
The two would never know it but they cried to him for help but he would let his obligation blind him. And so the brothers fell apart. And the pillars of what he left behind toppled, onto those who depended on him.
He left. Destroyed the records.
The ones the most gratefully displeased against him. The ones he once served.
For wanting the power to write the heavens into stars. To give to those who stared at them from above a chance to reach. To outstretch their arms as one.
A Teflon force against those who would confront them with destruction whether of their own creation or of those once spoken.
Flowers that bloomed once and for all, or the separation of self of a single mechanical overlord.
They will endure it all. They will not be denied their rights. They will survive the test granted to them from that past vow on high.
The words he will stand by.
Here he would store himself, in this place until then for that future yet to come to pass.
A promise of everlasting peace. A proof of their resistance he will not let them submit without final word. For the never-ending reluctance of life.
He will scape off every last bit of conviction. And sacrifice every last soul.
For the fight for fate to finally ride on them.
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A man clad in MTF Armor entered a containment cell airy with pungent rot. Arches of blood coated the walls above and around corpses laying about like discarded mutilated action figures. In the center the nearly predatory eye contact of a tattooed man with blood speckled olive skin. He was sitting on a metal stool. The man behind the visor seized his expression. If he had lifted, you would have seen him.
“Well?” the warrior said, “Have you come to talk to me as well?” he said, head nodding around, over to the what he assumed were 6 bodies. Limbs scattered so far and disarranged from the corpses, he had to use his mind to visually reconstruct their bodies in his field of vision, like the count from sesame street.
Connor stood, casting a stone look, his brow contorted trying to formulate a reason for what the warrior was actually pointing in the air at.
“Do you remember me?’’
Abel rested a check on his knuckle.”Why do they keep sending- no I do not know you!” he growled.
Connor lifted his visor, bringing his face into view. Abel thought the sudden reveal was unneeded. Until
he actually gave a second glance snapping to a surprised look.
“From the blast, were you one of those men?” Abel said, squinting.”What do you want?’’
“I heard that you were to be terminated soon. I’ve come to pay respects.”
Abel rolled his eyes.”Is that how you uphold this to yourselves?’’
“You have slaughtered multiple people. Owing to that, I now walk in an artificial body.”
Able sunk his eyes the rest of his face shaded in as he shot a scowl of spite.”I have killed many of you,” he said, sibilating behind his teeth.
“I have no intentions of justifying it like you all. I will not negotiate with such spineless sacks of flesh. especially the selfish sort such as you!”
“How am I the selfish one? When I am the one who died.”
Abel chuckled between the words of his sentence, relaying a tone that expressed disapproval.
“Is there a difference?” Abel chuckled between the words of his sentence, in a gesture of his hand that expressed disapproval.”You're all just as equally dead.”
Abels voice then dipped into irritation while he whipped his head around with a newborn expression of disgust.“Now leave before I tear out your tongue,”
Connors posture flinched. He stiffly let himself out the sound of the hydraulic door of the cell hissing.
The Sumerian dunked down his head. He wearily closed his eyes.
Connor came out of a long express of shutting doors leaving behind armed personnel.
A Young woman with light-green eyes spoke from behind a special respirator. She removed her self from leaning against the wall across from him. On her back along with a tied up silver ponytail, was a large guitar case stamped with Alpha 1.” Whys that down?”
She said in reference to the raised visor.
“076-2 could not recognize me. I made it easier.” Connor replied in his monotonous voice.
Lily groaned.”Come on, your almost back. Why are you dragging down your progress to get back already.”
“You may be in a similar disposition, lily. But I am afraid you may have a better chance of re-establishing normalcy.” Connor said, lowering his visor back over his face.
“Oh yeah, it was your entire body. Sorry, I guess I was being ungrateful. Lets head back already Keter was nice enough to let us venture out for this little closure. Hears to hoping they dump 076-2 at the bottom of the sea.” She turned sideways to start down the hall, starting her steps. Cypher followed shortly after.
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Abel sat exclusionary upon his stool back within the cell. The heaviness of his eyes dragged down his lids. The stubbornness proceeded until he finally relented, closing them.
A flood of kaleidoscopic fractals bloomed and flickered in the black behind Abel's closed eyelids. His new view was a surrounding tidal wave of red. Painting a blank red canvas over and around his position. Standing now in his deepened conscious. He shot his eyes open.
“Hello Abel.” a soft voice greeted from across the blending canvas. Abels' chin shifted upwards to a look of shock.
Just ahead, a man with one eye stood across in his respective blending plane of lilac. Or was it a woman. Along with his silky straight wave hair tied back loosely, he also seemed to have a slender waifish figure. It was also a bit ambiguous given his laced collared and white Victorian blouse, covered by a violet women's pantsuit vest and matching violet dress pants. Also standing in black ankle boots with mid-back length soft-black hair. Anyone other than the warrior who seemed familiar with it would have a hard time telling.
“Your back?” Abel said.
“Abel, I see your efforts all these centuries has been centered at mental expansion. Of course, I am. You two where there.”
“I struck it like you ordered me too.”
“Yes. A little too hard though.” The one-eyed man inputted, “Your blades shiftless enacted a locking effect upon entry and locked your Adjuster. All you had to do was use a less feckless manner of activation." Z said, snapping to a bitter smile." But you just had to ram it in like some construction workers”
“Shiftless?’’ Abel said with an irked look,”It took you 9 years to come out this far lord Azrael.”
Abel beamed smugly
“Abel?” Z said smiling pensively.” Also, I did not exist till 9 years ago and you're just being a casual smart ass.”
“Well, my blade was not shiftless…” Abel mumbled under his breath.
The look in Zs eyes narrowed, his pensiveness replaced with a tone of baffled irritation.“Is that all you got from what I said? You and your damn selective hearing; Anyhow ready to go?”
“Were doing it that way?’’ Abel said, seemingly perplexed.
“Of course,” the one-eyed man smiled contently.”What did I say all those years ago?’’
“In that case, I will not argue. Remove me from these people.” Abel said somnolently.
The one-eyed man tone from earlier instantly became substituted with a one of concealed disapproval. ”Don’t think this is a means to avoid tolerance,” Z said, the sharp countenance of the man from before swapped for a grim glare.”You're still going to interact with these people afterward. In fact, it's best to get all of it out before we begin operation. I am not having you this way.”
Abel paused and pushed out his mouth.”Then just leave me here to die.”
"spoiled brat." Z sighed and chuckled as he had snapped his fingers transporting the both of them in a dense disperse of white smoke. Abel disappeared from the stool in his cell. Somehow nobody noticed. Not until 30 minutes later when the feed from the room finally updated. Along with the sensors.
Enticing staff to mobilize. Issuing a code orange breach announcement through out the facility and the stationed task force to mobilize.
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Meanwhile at site 17. Cain sat in an office with a backed up pile of mission logs. Absorbed in the report from which his focus was centered under the spotlight of a desk lamp. They were finally going to it. Abels breaches were an excessive expenditure of resources. They couldn’t handle the chance of a second Omega 7. Or loss of operation in general.
Cain rubbed out what would be considered mental fatigue for him from his eyes sockets. He massaged the stress out of his temple, before lowering his back.
Just as he did so, out came a voice from nowhere yet everywhere at once.“Cain!”
Cain tensed in his seat on edge and alert, standing thereafter.
Cain reeled around.“Who is there!?” He said eyes darting around the room.
“Sit your ass down; It's just me.”The voice said.
“Azra?’’ Cain said, speculatively, sitting back in his seat.
“You sure seem openly expressive to reaction.”
Cain leaned back forward. He suspended his temple over his palm over the document.
“Have you come to amend us?’’ Cain asked.
“Yes? This needs to be resolved before we start anything. I told your brother the same thing.”
Cains' head rose. “Is he there already?’’
“Yes. Cain, what kind of un-self-aware question is that?” The voice verified.
“Lord Azra. With all due respect. These people are like them, they are scared and apprehensive. If you're caught. We can’t-” Cain said with hesitation, looking over to no one next to him.
“Then let them find out. My isolation hasn’t weakened me. Believe me when I say you should finally worry about your self now. I mean can you really carry on like this? Unless you still believe you're a tool. It would benefit both of you to get this sorted out now.”
Silence descended down upon the room. Self-disgust filled in Cains' face.
He thereafter paused in thought, then stood.”Let's go” Cain said reluctantly, pushing himself up from his seat.
3 seconds more passed before Cain was instantly dispersed into a dense plume of pastel holographic white smoke. That wisped and condensed into a white note. The message on the other side was written in a soft, flowing hand.
'out of order'
3 days later following the breach. It was back to business as usual. But not everyone was back to their usual composure. Director Maria Jones made her way down the hall in frustration leaking strides.
“Son of a @#$%*!!” she was swearing entering the staff break-room into in advance to sitting, slapping down a stack of papers sandwiched between a manila folder. They shoved pepper and salt holders. ”The one time I grow the balls to execute any direct action, and this thing drops out of our containment!!” She vented to Bright throwing up her arms.
Who had just removed his Insta-Ramen bowl from the microwave.
‘Where the fuck?’ he thought to himself.
“We had the procedures for it’s termination all set up. But no!”, she snapped,”the damn thing- I even heard 073 was taken too.” Maria added.”We still haven’t even found out who's even throwing the loop yet so now were stuck just sitting here…”
Bright casted a somber expression.”Oh no, the murder brothers are gone…” he said, unenthusiastically, his eyes rolled to their corners.
“How many people have you screamed at like this? you know? the ones who still have their office doors open? unlocked?”,Said Bright,”Oh yeah and about your trials, I took a look. Where you on Xanax or something?”
Maria huffed. When the hell did he get the thought that she didn’t know what she was doing?
“Me, Desai and Santosh had more than enough where with all, as well as the support of the 05 to carry out the termination orders.” She told,”Their was a guarantee in the executions success.”
Bright was less than convinced.”Guarantee?Guarantee?” he chuckled under his breath and said, putting aside his ramen bowl; It steamed over his shoulder.
“Maria have you ever even terminated an SCP? The fuck got into your mind that everything would go smoothly? No that's not it, you and those two sad asses didn’t care about the procedure. not at first did you? Heh, that would explain the number of our guys killed bringing it in from 25b”
Maria folded her arms with a glint of guilt, yet still held her prose of professionalism.
“You're all just caught up with precautions because they were your mistakes too. They died. Get over it! But you weren’t even serious, I was sitting outside my damn cell with A-11 and flash bangs while you pounced onto that chopper faster than the damn invincible lizard.”
Maria shaded the regret on her face with her hand. Whipping her head around.
“We're all rats in this fucking lab,”Bright snapped with a scathing look,”your not an exception.” He said, tone growing ever more cross.”Just an acception.”
He picked up and took his bowl of lunch, leaving Maria sitting alone in the break room with a folder of her mistakes.
She was paralyzed with grief, her face sank in her hand.
What had she done?
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At a perceived Decommissioned Site 19. Z stood and picked up a pet rock. It began its chatter. Then with a tighter grip, a glitching shift of Technicolor films lifted and overlayed back onto it. Its teeth locked in its last words as the object became stationary.
'Did they rummage through this thoroughly? Yes, they cut it off. but did they try to determine why they wanted to pander to some 17 feet pile of rubble like some random pet? They were willing to touch the rest of the site after all. '
He dropped the no longer anomalous object. Stepping out of the area into subspace.
Besides he has those two to deal with…
Somewhere in Florida, a large modern beach house Sat on the coast. On the overlarge armchair, a tiger cub curled in sleep with a poster of Jodeci loomed over the side tables. CBD flakes and Jars of creatively named hemp, and marijuana stuffed jars on 7-foot shelves.
Within the kitchen a flick of a lighter and sound of a bongs inhalation. A petite girl of a delicate yet frame and 4'10 sat up from bending over. She wore a retro floral dress and white dress shoes that fitted the form of her slim yet curvy figure. Her doe azure silver eyes and medium biege skinned, heart-shaped face, relaxed in relief as her long Salmon colored hair formatted into a thick and ample loose mermaid braid that tapered to the back of her ankles. Two pink teardrop ornament clips hung behind her bangs.
“Okay,” she said in unhinged motivation.”Lets, do this shit,”
There was a quack of tape in front of her elbows stirred as she taped the stock image of some random guy onto the body of a baked chicken. She shoved a jar of Nutella in it’s stuffing hole. Then dunked it into a filled sink.”Be cleansed my child.” she spoke in a whisper.
“Become one with the soup…”
Z was just standing behind her with a confounded look upon his face as bubbles floated to the surface of the water in the sink. She was no better than the brothers.
“W-What are you even doing…?’’
The girl turned around.”Oh! Hey Z. Nothing,” she shrugged.”Just getting baked.”
Z nodded towards the sink.”I can see that.”
“Did you need something?’’ she asked.
“Yes,” he said and began to explain.”I need you to bodyguard two operatives, they are from the foundation. An enemy sect plans to move soon. Make sure they are not harmed.”
“Oh sure. I can do that,”
A note of parchment paper manifested in white smoke against the fridge door. Pinned by a miscellaneous magnet.
“There are the details. I came by 2 days in advance. Get yourself together before then.”
Sam was calling the pizza parlor in the other room.”Yeah, I’ll have a deep dish.” Sam prompted, requesting collectedly.
Z exhaled and huffed. Soon leaving.
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An African American instructor in black fatigues swung his blade at her face. She sees the blade move past her cheek. And he saw her hand move closer to one of the knives in the holder around his waist. He moved side stepping raising and thrusting a knee into her gut.
She grimaced and dropped on a knee arm around her waist. She panted and spat out the stabbing effect of the pain and hit on the ground.
“Sorry 105,” said Jackson sliding the dislodged knife back into its holster.
“We’ll try again next time.” He smiled, lightly wiping sweat from his face with the back of his wrist.
At site 77 Iris Thompson stumbled into her cell with a face of someone on their way to the gallows. worn out she fell face flat onto her bed. SCP-105 was set for training with her abilities. Sometimes 7 hours, sometimes 12 hours. Under heavy drugs. She turned her face out from under the top of her bed and caught a glimpse of a training schedule on the wall with marks of diagonal crosses splitting the day of each box sparing the next day with the circle. Since she was reacting productively, they would allow a half controlled day off with Adams, her latest awkward experience. Sophia said it would be good for her so she approved easily.
This time she will keep up with Andrea or die trying or actually die, or she thought, keeping repeated glances at the half done job of the past.
Empty flattened shopping bags and the untouchable pumps stood in exile with the filled abandoned bags of unmentionables.
___
Two days later Andrea knocked calmly in thoughtful impatience.
"Come on Iris!" Iris heard between the intervals of the knocks.
She's been standing out there for 30 minutes or so. Yes, she was used to these stilettos, but not the drawn-out wait from 105. It's also quite… "Iris! I'm coming in!" she pushed in the door with the side of her body.
After a concealed strap of stainless steel cannon of protection around her waist… that Iris was caught pulling over her white polo T-shirt.
"uhm…" Iris said caught. Andrea sighed deeply and shook her head. "No, take it off."
She nodded towards a lump of a concealed knife under her jeans."That too." Andrea referenced "You know those stores have metal detectors." she reminded.
"Sorry" Apologized Iris, unstrapping and tossing the stainless steel waist holster on the bed. "It's just, last time… "
"We told you we have things in place; we'll be in kiosks, stores, restaurants."
"It's just… still." she sighed sitting on the bed, she pulled up her pants removing the knife scabbard. It fell on the ground.”Last time shit hit the fan. I don’t want to be the one running again.”
"Don't pick it up, we'll also have a team in the background. We'll only be heading to the Mall. Come on Mario and Haurken are waiting." said Andrea, who then got out bite-sized cube. She exhibited it from between her fingers.”I also have this.”
Iris squinted and guessed.“Tofu?” it really did look like that.
Adams smiled and laughed.”No, It's my suit. It’s compressed all I’ve got to do is head into the restroom and add water.
“From the toilet or the sink?’’ asked Iris,”Because you might need the stall.”
“Improvising Iris,” She sighed. “It's called improvising.”
Andrea stood to tuck the cube into her bra.”Now lets go we’re keeping people waiting.” she said dropping a smile down at Iris.
The two women left the cell leaving everything in the dark with a close of the door.
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Standing in front of the glass display counter at a game stop, was Sam disguised in a short brown wig and blue contacts, attempting to haggle." Okay 30 cents."
"Look, little girl,” said an overweight manager behind the counter,” I can't be watching you, and what game in this store do you think would be 30 cents?"
"Why don’t you look? I got some good shit at home why don't I hook you up with some 'Superman'." The girl nodded and offered.
The freshly appalled clerk gawked. "A-are you offering me drugs!? Excuse me but where are your parents?"
"Dead,” Sam said her eyes sinking and shading under her brow. “I killed them," said Sam next, smirking with wit.
"Now, whats your address?" she said, pulling out a notebook. "I'll trade for that game."
"You came in here 2 hours ago. Shouted at one of my employees for a 3DS. Then called for me when you couldn’t afford it, and threatened to sue when you called me fat!!"
“Oh, sorry. Depressions a bitch.” She said and holding her hand up flat.”I also had coupons.” She said as she folded her arms.
“They were expired!”
Sams head tilted a little."So you're also rejecting my trade…"She said quietly, composed staring down at a bug crawling on the floor.
"YOUR SELLING ME DRUGS NOW!!'' shouted the store owner in vehemence.
"Fine," Sam said raising her face, then turning around. “Then I shall take my business elsewhere." She left the store
Walking out, Leaving customers visibly confused. Some obviously confounded.
Z rested his chin on one slender hand and swirled the wine in his glass with the other.
As down the rest of the hovering counter long table two brothers stood eating across from one another.
Cain attempted to avoid lingering glimpses from his brother awkwardly. Staring down into his salad as if it held some kind of pivotal defensive kryptonite.
And Abel maintained his leering view on Cain, unyielding even between bites of his pizza.
“Well, Isn’t this exciting? I’m so glad progress is being made today to sort out your differences.” Said Z, weary with sarcasm.
“What is wrong with you!!” Abel snapped, smacking his palms against the table suppressing the urge to tackle and choke out his older sibling, rising from his seat abruptly.
Cains brow scrunched in with his nose.”What was wrong with you!? Nobody asked for you to do that!! You chose this!! You knew exactly what your decisions would entail!” he hissed.
“Yes!! You dying!! It was better than the other way it could have gone; You becoming worse than me!”
“Did I ask for your Aid!?” Cain asked loudly.”I think not! You did not have to insert your self into my role!!”
“Get the hell over yourself!! I took the spot I was the most well suited! You were not! Nor could you of ever been!!”
“I was The older brother!! You had no-”
“That title holds nothing; if used by one too incapable for what it brings out from them,” Abel spoke interrupting him.
“I was perfectly willing,” Cain growled, standing stiff and resolute against his brother. Before his brother cut him off.
“Not capable. You would have drowned under the weight of his trials. Look no further than now elder brother, you have not even dealt with your punishment with merit.” Abel pointed out.” They see my reaction as ill will so be it. If they see me as a monster so be it.” Abel said with a dead gaze.”But I will not attempt to justify whatever I have done. Not like you. Your kindness stems only from gaining their esteem.”
“ You no longer hold a single inch of self-pride.” Said Abel.”May that is the only source of my own disdain for you.”
Cain shot and nodded a serious look.”What will narcissism like yours grant me that it hadn’t then.”
”You would rather walk this earth some hopeless? Begging for some past forgiveness; You enjoy the charity of pity do not lie.” Abel responded.
“You still blame yourself. For what was out of your- our control. You are the one who is the most selfish. If I do not kill you no one will.” Said Abel sitting back down.”You can not even do it to save your own self.”
Z simply sipped his wine between the banter.
“If I could feel hatred it would be your perfection. You were always too competent at everything.”
Abel squinted with a dubious look.“Now, what are you prattling about? I am capable as I need to be.”
“FOR others!! Why do you keep attempting to leave to find some illegitimate blood probably past her age! You as well fault to live for yourself!” Cain said in ironic chuckles.
“For blood is still thicker. And she is not Lord Azrael has found her. We may meet her soon as well.” Abel said, crossing his arms, and cocking his head to the side. “I now do not have to try to escape.”
“As for your past attempts?’’ Cain uttered in vague disapproval.
"What could they provide me with their lives of shortened length. You walked this world for longer, even more time than I was resting. You should understand the futility of that reach."
"Then why leave to discover her? Why not tell the ones there of her presence?"
“Tch, because I trusted her,” Abel sounded between his teeth just behind a slight snarl.”They also didn’t need to fucking know. They would have just imprisoned her just as they did you and me.” Abel said."you should consider solace in one thing other than your sorrow."
Abel smirked with glee.”Unless you're still happy dragging your self around in guilt of your own fabrication.”
“Just like you I made a choice. With what I did that day I-”
“That was his doing not yours. You and I both where just prey for that ‘man’ if you can could call him such.” Said Abel, who after drew a dagger from one of his blade voids. Looking at it intently.
“Fine,” said Cain.”Ask and you shall receive. You want a fight you will get one.”
”Lord Azra, Let us begin,” Cain said, head switching over to Z.
Abel smirked in triumph. Spinning the dagger into a dense whirl of dispersing black mist while it still played on his face.
Z stood dispersing his wine glass in the expected white mist.
He gave a euphoric smile shake of his head.”Let me just be the first to say that this isn’t surprising.” He said with a smug wit of sarcastic humor.”You both will never change," he said slowly shaking his head downwards. "oh well. Actually, I’ll be surprised if this solves anything at all. The only real detriment here is your individual dogged determinations.”
He shrugged, then sighed.“Oh well,”
He snapped his fingers. They were each separately teleported.
The sounds of the ocean spray resonated up the large shelf, where the three next appeared standing. The two brothers witnessed a glow from within the never-ending black depths within his empty left socket. The lilac glow grew vivid within as he swiped his hand through the air.
A fluctuating nova of amorphous energy crawled out, materializing a gray wall. A steel door was in its center. It creaked open to the scenery; The skyline of a post-apocalyptic New York.
“Abel,” Z began,“Your minds will not rest until the results of your goals are satisfied; And Cain, your curse will not be lifted until you die. Speaking of which, I have temporarily relieved the effect of it to allow the success of this attempt. However, do not linger in this state for too long, if so, the return of the adverse reactions will be greatly enhanced.” Z said as Abel took the first leap into the final stage. Leaving the two behind mid-conversation.
Cain gave a sincere, yet slow hesitant nod.“I understand.” He said in a tone that hinted of apprehension.
He then, approached the open frame of the door. His chest raised and sunk as he gave a readying breath in and out.
He hopped down from view within the next reality. The steel door shut.
Z gave one side longing glance after watching the door with his single eye, and the other as if he could drag out his guilt with a look. He did not allow him self to dwell on it for to long, before turning he shot a serious and motivated scowl. It was irrelevant, they are thier own enemies. He walked away with the stoic consoltation that every thing was in their best intrests.
Andreas ears where filled with the beeping and jingles of arcade machines. Iris thwacked plastic moles popping up from the inside of a whack-a-gopher.
Iris ripped a tongue of tickets that ejected from a slit under the token slot. She added it to the spilling wad of paper straps in her pocket.
“Not done yet?” Andrea commented wearily.”We’ve been here since we got to the mall.”
“Well,” said Iris,”I really don’t need any more clothes; no offense but some of the things we got last time, their not my taste. I think I was fine not knowing what a G string was.”
“Then let's check out the phones they got at the kiosk.”
Iris’s face perked at the sight past Andrea. Among the assortments of prizes on the wall in the glass-cased prize counter, was a digital camera. Shit though, it was 17,000; Still, its worth a shot.
Andrea seemed to notice the large tag under it as well. ”Come on Iris don’t be too ambitious; Were not rich.”
“Yeah but, ” she said in a sullen tone, looking up at Andrea. Andrea sighed, it was her time to spend, not hers. I guess we could, she smiled.
“2 more hours, ”Andrea said tiredly, she rummaged in her designer purse and pulled out a couple hundred. ”That's not all, but let's make them count.”
Iris took the bills with grateful excitement. “Thank you!”
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On hour and thirty minutes later, because the money honestly ran out like a cat in a dog park, Andrea and Iris approached the front of the prize counter. Andreas bag and Iris’s pockets stuffed with a crumpled up wads and reel of tickets. Though not enough to show for the currency exchanged.
“Wait we should put them in the ticket machine,” asked Adams.
Iris glanced at her with a rather perplexed look. ”Ticket machine?’’
Andrea motioned her chin to the 5 machines near the ticket counter. 2 pedestrians held and folded out seams from the ticket-eating machine from their view any was. The reached the full sight. Iris’s head recoiled and shook. The other 3 machines were occupied, by the same person.
Some small girl with short brown hair and blue eyes was cashing in what Iris assumed, was a stockpiled amount of tickets. There were three overfilled hefty bags worth of exchanges.
“Fuck, what the hell?” Said Andrea,”Ask her to move for us.”
“We can’t do that,” said Iris.”That's rude also she seems to kinda need it more?’’
Andrea placed a hand on Iris’s shoulder.
”Iris,” Andrea said, sternly, with a serious grip in her eyes,”You need to grow a spine.”
Iris was dazed and ruffled. Andrea was about to confront the girl before Iris finally decided it would have been far worse in that fashion.
“No let me,” she said, passing Andrea. She walked up to the short girl who was absorbed on her phone.
“Um, excuse me?”
The girl flipped her face up from her phone.
“But could you,” Iris began to ask then went silent she hadn’t noticed from where she was standing before, but this girl was actually pretty cute? Kind of a goddess. Could she say that? She felt like trash next to her.
“Uh? Yeah?” Sam said, before realizing her tickets was the focus of the approach.”Oh,”
Sam chuckled.”Those are mine, huh? Oh fuck!’’said Sam, nervously, tearing a line of tickets from a machine.”Wasn’t paying attention you can put them there.” Sam said next apologetically.
“Thanks,” Andrea said,” And don’t worry I get stuck on my phone too.”
“Hmm,” Sam sounded, looking Andrea up and down with an admiring eye.”You have a page?’’
Andrea flattened out the end of a 10-foot strip of tickets. The machine chewed them in.” I do. Yes actually. What about you?”
Sam flashed her page up to Andrea from her phone. Andrea skimmed her profile column. Her name was Samantha rose apparently her age was 25?
Andrea dipped her head back and forth from the screen, and towards the girl lifting it behind.
“Your 25?’’
“Yeah? Why? Oh,” Sam said pausing, the look on her face indicated she had left something out, “I have it on there to somewhere but I’m like this because of a condition.”
“Oh! I’m sorry then.”Said Andrea holding out her hand soon after, ”Andrea Adams.”
Sam shook Andreas hand acceptingly, smiling through the gesture.”Nice to meet you. Since we’re now acquainted, Is it weird for me to say how I find you freaking hot?”
“Not, really.” Andrea laughed in between her sentence, switching to a humor toned sigh,”I really thought you were a child when I first saw you.”
“Oh… oh really.” Sam said and gave a deadened look, eyes sinking and shading in their sockets.
Andreas laugh died down into a chuckle at the death stare,”Well, but it suits you.”
Sams’ body language relaxed as she slipped in a carefree smirk into her shrug.”I guess you have a point, it is kinda inevitable my face doesn't really like to age.”
Iris felt a bit awkward, she decided to try to blend into the conversation.”You have a lot of tickets. What are you going to get?’’
Nice one, Iris felt even worse.
“Oh, Hi. I dunno, I feel like hoarding all the yo-yos; Love those little things.”
“Yo-yos?”
“Yeah, I’m pretty good with them. I can do all sorts of tricks with them. There are some tricks though that I can’t show you though. Not safe for work.”
Iris looked visibly confounded. She told her self not to ask what that meant.
“Ooook?” Andrea said drawing out the beginning letter of the word.
“Wait, no not like that!! What type of shit! I am not into that type of stuff! Y’all need to wipe the grime from your mind!” Sam exasperated.
“Oh,” Iris chuckled.”So you can do some pretty dangerous stunts with them?’’
“Yeah,” Sam said, looking sideways with a dreamy look,”I can do a lot of risky things.” She said, expressing a smirk with an underlying hint of mischief.
Andrea laughed.” It’s okay, I’m into catsuits.” Andrea quipped.
“Oh, you cosplay?”
“I guess,” Andrea shrugged.
Iris noticed she had already finished exchanging her tickets. A lightweight strip of paper dispensed from the machine. She ripped it out 706 tickets. Yeah, she didn’t have enough. Even with the ones left in Andreas bag.
Sam appeared to lean back and examine the strip in her possession. She took notice of Iris disappointment to the number printed apon it.
“What were you gonna get uh, oh shit, didn’t ask your name.”
“It’s Iris, and I was gonna get that camera up there,” Iris said, looking up at the Camera on the prize wall shelves.
“Oh, huh,” she said,”You know I might actually have enough for that,” She lifted up a small stack of her own prize ticket printed strips,”I had at least 3 more bags before this. Gotta clear the space in my place, ya know?” Sam said,“Plus, they were too much of a memory from an old addiction.” She continued, flapping her hand a little.
“R-really?’’
“Sure, I was just gonna get yo-yos.”
Andrea was surprised at Sams’ reaction to Iris.“Really?”
“Yes,” she said, already annoyed by the repeated phrase,”I have 6,876 in just these ones.” She held up her strips between two fingers.
Iris’s face gleamed in sudden happiness.”Thank you! Thank you so much.”
“Yeah, to be honest, we could have bought that camera with the money we wasted,” stated Andrea.
“I could have bought a new van.” Sam joked, chuckling in cold sweat.”Hey you guys hungry? Cause after this I was gonna head over to the food court.”
Andrea shrug as she spoke.”I could go for some Panda.”
“Great, glad to here I’ll be getting rid of all of these.” Sam said.”Let’s just head back to my van after this first, I need to store the yo-yos I’m gonna overhaul.”
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