Wow, that ****ing sucks, the thing about Faith, that is.

Getting a job myself, and going to an interview at Burger King soon enough. Hope I get something so Mom will stop nagging me.

Also working on a Lovecraftian character: an androgynous a$$ who takes a female role in The King in Yellow, but goes too deep into character and flees the theater in the middle of the first act. Now he has a female persona, whose reality is questionable. Feel free to make suggestions or ask for clarification. I miss talking to you regularly.

Sorry to hear that.

Things over here are split 50/50. I've got a job with a new local pro wrestling fed, and I've gotten into contact with a guy who'll train me for $1,800. So I'm just $800 short of beginning my dream career.

On the negative side, Faith and I are fighting, and said fight isn't looking so good. The two of us might not speak to eachother for a while.

Okay. Just stressing over here, is all. My brother and sister (oldest of the group) hate me and despise me. So yeah, hard to keep quite sane.

How are you doing?

Yeah, I got the PM. Chose not to respond to it.

Hey, sent you a PM. Not sure if you noticed or not.

...if you don't wanna respond to it, that is okay. I'm sorry.

Mizzy, please tell me what you meant. Last night I was just speaking to her, and...well, let's just say I want only the best for her, okay? Please, tell me soon. I am scared for her. Send me a PM, whatever. Just...let her be okay, okay? ;_;

She stared at the hole in reality, trying to calm down as her wings fluttered in thought. After a few moments, she trilled a call in an ancient tongue to her companion, who half-rolled over to her like a cup caught in gusts of wind, using its handle to hobble along. Vered folded him up quietly and tucked it under her arm. “…d-do I have to take anything w-with me?”
“Nothing.” She swallowed, and then took her first trembling steps towards the door.

Eyes wide and heart racing, her wings were half-spread and her feathers all out of order as she scrambled away from the present nightmare, only half-standing. Harvey leapt from her arms, skittered rapidly towards the intruder, and pounced upon the shadowy figure, only to hit the wall behind it with a heavy thud. “It is quite useless to assault me. I come here with only a message.”
She replied with shallow breaths, “A m-m-message?”
“Actually, an invitation. You seek to see the world around you, do you not?” It gestured with a frail limb and cryptic signs, bringing about a glowing portal displaying a lavishly furnished bedroom. “Step through here, and a reality beyond your wildest imagination will be yours.”

Her umbrella stirred from its quasi-slumber in response to the sound of beating wings. Stretching its ribs out resignedly, it crawled over to the young woman of forty years. She glanced down at it, and smiled as she folded her wings once more. “Hello, Harvey…c’mere.” Scooping it up in her arms, she cradled her living umbrella. It nestled close to her chest and purred like plucked rubber bands. A sigh of sorrow escaped the pale half-human. “The world is so big, Harv, and yet, it seems that I won’t see any of it. I don’t know what I should do about it, though…I mean, I was lucky to find my first job at that tabern, and I doubt I will be able to get enough money to go anywhere…” She lowered her eyes. Then she shrieked as she saw the apparition standing quietly in the corner.

Here is Vered's, buddy.

The single-room apartment was dark, empty but for a single futon and one lonely girl hugging herself on top of it. Her raven wings flapped open in a futile attempt at flight as her blue almond eyes tried to burn a hole in the patch of sky she saw through her pane.
The stars glittered through the window, as dazzling as they were on the day that Vered had first stumbled out into the larger world. They spread themselves across the whole of that smoke-smeared sky and threatened to enthrall her despite the clear and present danger from the other experiments in the lab.