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Gna's sandal-covered feet padded along lightly across the linoleum floors of the office building. The faint pull of her bracelets along her arm hair grounding her as she moved through the corridors, carefully pulling the jewelry back into it's place as her gaze looks around carefully. Such a strange place she thought, to rely on other mortals for things humans used to rely on the gods for- or other prophets such as herself. But even in her younger years, prophets and priestesses had elders who taught them and helped them from going astray. Yet it seemed in these recent centuries people's faith have became less of an independence and more so a crutch for salvation, leaning on there fellow brothers and sisters and kin to help with ailments. Perhaps she was only a bit bitter and melancholy on the subject, her bloodline having long crumbled to dust like her home town. This would be good, this was necessary- at least that's what she hoped. She didn't want to go through another bought of nothingness, she didn't want to lose her faith, so perhaps this would aid in not having a repeat of a what happened a few centuries ago- something she didn't want to repeat.

Eventually her path led her past a few different door of different employees rooms in the establishment- there names on bronze plates she didn't mind reading at the moment, but her ears picking up on murmurs within them. Though she did not wanting to delve to deep into what was going on, it wasn't her time nor place. Though even without trying she could tell that some were crying, others in heated dispute, the emotions rampant in each space like thunder and lightning in a storm- obtrusive to her senses that made her fingers curl into her harem styled pants as her pace slowed infinitesimally. Yet she did not feel such things, perhaps it was the calm before the storm, though she did not presume it to be such things... yet.

A couple steps away the door she was heading to originally comes into view, the nameplate pristine yet still professional- if not more then a few that had there names more bubbly in there writings. She knocks on the door lightly out of habit, announcing her presence before quietly coming in when she saw the door was unlocked. The rooms lighting was dim, reminding her of the night coming to day with the sunrise- not quite bright but not as dim as the twilight was. A candle flickered, bringing some warmth to the room, her nose picking up on earthy tones- some sort of wood and possibly sandalwood. Brought some tension out of her shoulders from the familiarity. Her skin usually clung the scents as well, more so frankincense and laurel these days with hints of pomegranate and honey. But nonetheless still soothing.

Her gaze drew around the room before inevitably finding Dr. Harrow.

"Good Morning Doctor." she greeted quietly as she closed the door silently and locking it, resisting the urge to take off the sandals that cover her feet- more so comfortable with them off but now used to the fact that society has well moved away from such things as she slowly sat down in the chair across from him, "How have you been...?And I suppose I must ask what might we working on today?"

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🎪— In the center of the circus stage, a funny little clown with big red hair stood on a tall platform in front of a large audience. His clothes were multicolored and bright. And his makeup was happy and silly— just looking at him would bring someone joy and laughter.

As he stood on the platform, Hoops the Clown effortlessly entertained the audience by twisting his body into incredibly outrageous poses, and using his breath to inflate colorful balloons that he would make into lots of different balloon animals— then giving them to his loyal audience. Performing in such a way was completely easy for Hoops. He had been in this world for over 100 years, so entertaining an audience was something that came naturally to him.

After spending quite a while conveying his spectacular talents for the audience— Hoops eventually finished the show and went offstage to be replaced with another act of circus performers. He was pretty tired from all the activity, but Hoops was also very happy to have the opportunity to put on a vibrant show for people who appreciated him.

Leaving the stage and going into the closed off back of the circus tent where the performers could go to cool off after their show— Hoops let out a tired sigh before going to sit down and rest on a nearby chair. It was then that he saw someone nearby— a stranger. Could they be from the audience?

Tilting his head in confusion, the clown shaped vacui spoke up and asked:

“Hey, yknow there’s still a show going on in there. What are you doing back here? Do you need something?”

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"Curse me while you kiss me. As long as you are touching me.. curse me all you want."

@komposisi Liked For a Starter & Gen Said [Kiho]

"None of this would've happened if you had just listened to me!"

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"A parasite with a title."

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Dylan finished mixing a rum & coke for a man down at the end of the bar, stepping across the rubbery bar mats in worn sneakers to drop it off with a murmur before turning around and fixing two beers a different group had asked for.

The place was lively no matter what day of the week it was or whatever the hour. To be honest, Dylan liked the pace. He got decent tips and sometimes little baggies of treats he’d pocket for a particularly busy night or a particularly fun party.

“Dill: Code Green in the gazebo.”

He looked over to his boss and let out a low growl, grimacing, before shrugging. “Okay, on it.”

He threw a bar towel over his shoulder and lifted up the wood panel by the back door to exit the bar and go pick up cleaning supplies…when a customer stepped up to him and bashed a beer bottle into the top of his head. Dylan crumpled immediately to the floor.