Dogged and Relentless

I was tagged by @cmdrpaige

You can tell a lot about a person by the music they listen to. Put your mp3 player, iTunes, Spotify, etc on shuffle and list the first 10 songs, and then  tag 10 people. No skipping.

I will do Clu1′s playlist, since you tagged this blog. (I have playlists for all of the characters I RP.)

1. Ask the Lonely- Journey

2. Right Here Waiting- Richard Marx

3. Awake and Alive- Skillet

4. Time after Time- Cyndi Lauper

5. Say Something- Pentatonix

6. I Am The One and Only- Eden

7. Glad You Came- The Wanted

8. Only Solutions- Journey

9. No Light, No Light- Florence and the Machine

9. It’s Time- Imagine Dragons

10. Sound of Silence- Simon and Garfunkel

My Muse just showed up at your Muses doorstep in the middle of the night sobbing their eyes out. Send me 🚪 to let them in

“Th-Thank y-you…” Ivy shuffled in, taking her shoes off out of habit as she tried to curtail the waterworks, but they just seemed to keep rolling down her cheeks.

“Okay,” he replied softly. If she was satisfied with the accommodations, he wasn’t going to push it. She’ll tell me if she needs something. I hope. I don’t really know how to do this hospitality thing.  He was quiet as she continued talking, trying not to let anything but support show on his face. He wasn’t sure what that should look like, so it was difficult. Her words worried him, and he left a pause at the end of them that might have been too long. “I, uh…” he didn’t really know what to say, what kind of thoughts he could offer. “I’ll help however I can. I wish it was more.”

While his response wasn’t entirely what had hoped for, she had to admit she appreciated the effort. She wasn’t sure that Troy or Chaz would have been better options, honestly. Not that their flats were accommodating in the first place.

Comfort Sentence Starters

She sniffled, pushing the heel of her palm against her eye to wipe away her tears, looking up at him as they continued to fall, despite her efforts. The tiny program had managed to wedge herself into the small space between the wall of the garage and the washing machine, having hardly seen the User come to this room very often and believing she wouldn’t be found out there.

“That’s a good point,” Clu nodded. He looped one end of the strip experimentally over his wrist, and then shrugged. He offered it to her. “I wonder if there are more things that are this soft.” He glanced toward the door that led to the house, “want to find out?”

My Muse just showed up at your Muses doorstep in the middle of the night sobbing their eyes out. Send me 🚪 to let them in

“Th-Thank y-you…” Ivy shuffled in, taking her shoes off out of habit as she tried to curtail the waterworks, but they just seemed to keep rolling down her cheeks.

He smiled at her, “I just don’t want you to be uncomfortable. It’s not the roomiest place to suddenly have a big strange guy in your face around 24-7. There’s hardly space to turn around here. But if you need someone around, that’s okay too. I just want to help; whatever you need.”

Clark leaned back into the sofa, facing her, but his gaze dropped to the cushions. That’s no way to treat someone who’s just lost her mother. That’s no way to treat anyone. There’s no excuse. He grunted quietly, “I don’t understand people like that. I just don’t understand people at all.”

“As you can see, I’m pretty small, so I don’t need much room. Couches are as big as beds to me.” She smiled a little, reassuring in her own way. “It’s more than I could’ve asked for, I promise.”

Comfort Sentence Starters

She sniffled, pushing the heel of her palm against her eye to wipe away her tears, looking up at him as they continued to fall, despite her efforts. The tiny program had managed to wedge herself into the small space between the wall of the garage and the washing machine, having hardly seen the User come to this room very often and believing she wouldn’t be found out there.

“Maybe they indicate function?” Clu straightened out the shirt and eyed it critically, “or some sort of User hierarchy? A ranking system? Maybe they group themselves by color, or pattern, or texture.” He reached into his pocket and pulled something out. It was a very long strip of fabric, tapered narrow on one end and wide on the other, and silky smooth. It had a blue and grey striped pattern on it. “I found this in the pile that the User said I could borrow. I still don’t understand what this is or what it does. It feels nice, though.”

“I don’t know… the other User doesn’t seem to follow the same rules as this one does with his.” The one who didn’t look like Tron always seemed… less composed than the one who did resemble the Security Program.

Comfort Sentence Starters

She sniffled, pushing the heel of her palm against her eye to wipe away her tears, looking up at him as they continued to fall, despite her efforts. The tiny program had managed to wedge herself into the small space between the wall of the garage and the washing machine, having hardly seen the User come to this room very often and believing she wouldn’t be found out there.

“Oh…ok?” Clu brushed his hand very lightly against the fabric, hoping not to cause her distress. It was indeed much softer than the pairofjeans. He curiously touched the top, too, “There’s so much variety and color here. I wonder if something like our suits does exist in the User world?” He stretched his own shirt down and pulled it up, playing with the fuzzy grey fabric and looking at it intently, “This one is stretchy, but very flimsy. The purpose is unclear. I guess that it is decoration.”

My Muse just showed up at your Muses doorstep in the middle of the night sobbing their eyes out. Send me 🚪 to let them in

“Th-Thank y-you…” Ivy shuffled in, taking her shoes off out of habit as she tried to curtail the waterworks, but they just seemed to keep rolling down her cheeks.

“It’s not an imposition,” he shrugged, managing to snatch a blanket off the bed and a kleenex box off the kitchen counter at the same time. He shook his head and offered her both items, “Not at all. I mean, with work, I’m barely ever here.” He listened to her speak, and moved to sit down next to her, “oh…god, that’s…” he swallowed, anger flaring on her behalf, “Really, you should stay. You don’t need to be out in the world on top of all that. Not right away. Just, crash here for a while. If you need me out of your way, I’m out of here. Like I said, I pretty much live in the cab anyway.”

She took the blanket and put it around her, grateful for the warmth it brought. “Thank you… but I don’t really want to be alone right now. Unless you don’t want to… which is fine, I understand.” She had already done most of the prep work for being on her own; having a bank account without her parent’s names on it, a steady job, backpack with the essentials. Finding a place to call her own was going to be difficult, but she tried to remind herself that her mother would be proud of her, no matter what.

Comfort Sentence Starters

She sniffled, pushing the heel of her palm against her eye to wipe away her tears, looking up at him as they continued to fall, despite her efforts. The tiny program had managed to wedge herself into the small space between the wall of the garage and the washing machine, having hardly seen the User come to this room very often and believing she wouldn’t be found out there.

“It is weird,” Clu agreed, “I thought that maybe it was a sort of User-armor, but it would be very constrictive to fight in. It doesn’t stretch like suits do.” He looked curiously at her outfit, “Yours looks much softer, but it seems to be missing parts of it.” He reached forward toward her and then stopped. Maybe she wouldn’t want to be touched. It wasn’t natural for him to reach out and touch anyone else in the first place, but for a moment, he just hadn’t thought. “Oh…I’m sorry.” his arm hovered awkwardly before he quickly retracted it. He looked down at his arm where the sleeve of his shirt was pushed up to the elbow. The bare skin looked so empty and odd, like her legs, no circuits. He missed the circuits. At least he had still retained his independent gold on the Grid.

Ivy flinched, her first instinct to pull away for fear of derezzing her first friend in years. Her face felt hot, a sensation she couldn’t say she was used to, though it resembled the warmth of purple circuits.

My Muse just showed up at your Muses doorstep in the middle of the night sobbing their eyes out. Send me 🚪 to let them in

“Th-Thank y-you…” Ivy shuffled in, taking her shoes off out of habit as she tried to curtail the waterworks, but they just seemed to keep rolling down her cheeks.

“A bus ben-” he stuttered, dropping the stuff into a pile near the bed. He shook his head and turned a worried gaze to her, “You don’t have to go anywhere. Just…take a breath. You can stay as long as you need to.” She seemed so distraught, so small in his sofa. “Is…can I…I mean what happened?” he blurted finally. He blinked, “um, sorry. I don’t mean to pry. I’ll…get you a blanket. You know…if you want the bed, it’s slightly less uncomfortable.” He tilted back and forth as he talked, uncertain which way to go or what to do for her.

“I don’t want to impose, dude.” Ivy glanced up at him, already planning out the next few days and where she could crash, lowering her legs to sit cross-legged. As instructed, she took a few deep breaths, trying to at least collect her thoughts enough to explain things without sounding like a whale.