Dusty Brains

“I mean, I do have plenty of glowsticks, but those wouldn’t really do much. Mind hanging out right here while I go to the basement and restart it?”

Candy didn’t even wait for a response before she went down by herself. After fumbling in the dark for a bit, she eventually found the generator start button and pressed it. A small whir, and soon the club’s floors and lights were back in working order.

“It worked!” Candy said, triumphantly as she emerged from downstairs. But as soon as she saw the appearance of her newest visitor she froze.

When the lights came back on, he had to close his eyes against the sudden brightness. He opened them again, blinked, and looked around at the box shapes he’d seen before, now able to make out what they actually were. He observed many speakers, probably close to ten, though he didn’t take time to count and be sure, and a turntable up o the stage, complete with many buttons, more than he could see from where he was standing, he guessed. He wouldn’t even be able to find the power button!

Then, his gaze fell on her, fixed in her place, satring at him with her slightly panicked green eyes. “A-ah!” He had expected this; of course he had. Everyone stared at him in that way at some point. But now, he wished that the lights had never come back on, that he had been able to slip quietly away, that he didn’t have to deal with yet another person who feared for her brains whenever he was around.

“Look, sir…” Mandy paused to sneeze. “…Um, Carl. I don’t need your help, I swear. I’m doing just fine, and I’m not sick, I swear.” She grunted, huddling herself into into an even tighter hold. This man… thing? This thing with some human characteristics was willing to help her, and Mandy only felt a little guilty that she wasn’t going to accept his help, even though it was clearly evident that she was sick and in need of help. Mandy sighed, begrudgingly taking out her hand, placing it in his. “My name’s Mandy. It’’s nice to meet you, I guess.”

Her hand in his made him smile, despite his worry. It was nice to know that she trusted him at least a little bit. Her hand was clammy with sweat, and even though she was shaking, her skin felt hot. He realized that she most likely (most definitely) had a fever. “You shouldn’t be sitting outside when you’re so sick,” he scolded lightly, although there was a bit of laughter in his voice that made his very serious statement sound not very serious at all.

I just found out that there will be no Tumblr at my school. It’s been blocked. I mean, I kind of figured this would happen, but ugh.

Anyway, I’ll have to put all of my blogs on hiatus. Starting Saturday, this one will be running on a queue that posts 3 times a day. I’m going to fill it up, so that should last it 100 days.

But no more rp blogs at least until I get this sorted out. If I ever do fkdlsaf… I’m looking into proxies or something, but who knows about viruses and if they’ll even work when I get on campus?

So yeah… Just assume that I’ll stay gone until I come home on breaks. Maybe I’ll do a little mobile blogging if my data allows but I doubt it.

“Sounds like some wack-o dream or something if door nails could do that stuff!” she laughed.

“…’Something?’ I think you mean some things that are mean!” she said politely. She could go on and on about how Anthony would put ants inside her jar of cookies or say suggestive things about her mother, but she decided not to. After all, it should be pretty obvious she wanted to murder Anthony already due to her yelling.