Setting
Default Location for Golden in the Sky
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Sandy Island is a part of 
Golden in the Sky.
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Vanora Garia [2] "I want to return to my...happy place, beneath the madness."
Brooklyn Stone [2]
Reeve Riggs [1] "Oh goodness. I believe you'll need backup. One moment."
Lee Davidson [1] "What am I sorry for? Well for whatever I did wrong of course."
Jesper Valentine [1] "Pretty train crash to me and I can't care"
Jaden Wolfe [1] Too afraid to live, too afraid to die.
Tanya/Ashlynn Albert [1] I can handle the craziness some of the time, maybe most of the time. But I know I can't handle it all of the time.
Scarlet Deager [1] "...........I don't talk........."
Hanuel Lee [1] "W-what do you w-want with m-me?"
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The sun hung low on the edge of the ocean, pinning light to the waves just off the west coast of Sandy Island. The days were getting the slightest bit longer and the moon hung closer and closer to the sea when it rose. Tropical flowers had been blooming on Sandy Island for a month or so, but now the scent really carried from the island outward to the sea, and for miles out to sea, one could smell the flowers of Sandy Island. Waves had gone from mild to the type of waves to wash up just past the tree-line on the undeveloped beaches of the island and to surge upwards on the seawalls around the abandoned city.
Rigg shivered a little, rubbing the pad of his thumb against the tender dark circles under his eyes. He picked his forehead up from his desk, exhaustion heavy in his head. He slowly stood, crossing to the window of the lighthouse heād adopted as his living space in town. He rubbed the bridge of his nose under his glasses, then let them fall back to their place. Closing his eyelids, he expected to be greeted by a blur of colour or just a tilting world some facsimile of the real one. Instead he was greeted only by blackness. He dragged his eyelids open and stood from the desk, looking out across the city from the window he had placed his desk in front of, and then slipped to the door, tugging on his suit jacket and pulling his scarf over his nose just in case it was dusty outside.
It was warm, balmy. The seas werenāt as calm as the air; heavy and grey against the sea wall. Rigg made his way down the long set of stairs to the door, which led out into the city. He pulled his scarf up over his nose, mostly in case it was dusty, partially to cover the scar on his jaw, not liking the appearance it gave him. Rigg had yet to experience others on the island, though, so he hadnāt the foggiest why he still did that. He moved through the street with the tiniest bit of grace, exhaustion coming off of him like heat. He headed toward the grocery store; needing food for the next little while.
It had been just over a week, and Rigg had his situation well figured out. He knew how to get into the lighthouse and which bits were rickety or not, and had turned the uppermost floor, one which had once been an observatory, into his bedroom of sorts, while the floor beneath, which had been where the caretaker had stayed, was a kitchen-esque area. A large grocery store which seemed, mysteriously, to be restocked every few days despite the lack of people on the island, and he knew how to get into that as well. Heād been living rather simply, but was enjoying himself, despite not being able to sleep at all while on the island. He stopped a few blocks before the grocery store at an overgrown park where the grass had grown long and the weeds rampant in the flowerbeds, the pathways leading through cracked with grass pushing up under the cement. Rigg found himself sitting on a bench, yawning slightly and pulling his scarf down from over his nose. Memory had become blurred, He scarcely remembered what other people looked like.
Colour in the sky had drained slightly to a deep violet. Rigg closed his eyes. For now, he didnāt have to worry about other people. For now he could just relax and enjoy the scent of the sea on the air.
Mummy, Mummy, I can hear the ocean! Haha!
Vanora closed his eyes for a moment, holding up a single seashell to his ear while listening quietly as the pure voice spoke; laughing contently. From what the teenager could tell, and only being able to hear, the sound was rather childish and sweet, slightly high, though soft and warming.
Look! Look! It makes a swoosh sound if you hold it real close!
The boy smiled a little to himself, grasping at the shell more tightly while the voice grew louder. From against the objects surface Vanora could feel the childās soul, almost. Not exactly, but the more he seemed to care for an object the more apart of the individual he became in a sense. As if he already knew them for many years and could easily understand what that person was trying to communicate, if anything at all.
Mummy, Mummyā¦!
A brief snap of cold wind tickled at Vanoraās neck, causing him to suddenly drop the shell and watch as it fell down amongst the sand, along with the voiceā¦
Of course, no one else wouldāve heard that voice. But then realizing that almost made Vanora question his sanity a little, though most times he just managed to shrug off the thought. He wasnāt mad, at least not yet despite the voices that echoed within his mind whenever touching something. Sitting alone by the beach, Vanora often came here to be with his thoughts. For some reason or another he felt this desire for the ocean, especially since if often gave him the opportunity to stumble across some interesting things along the beach; mainly the memories heād be privy to once finding them.
As the teen sat his dark hair swayed lightly in the cool breeze, itās tangled ends brushing against his cheeks in a slightly annoyingly manner. Though, ignoring that, Vanora let his mind wonder back towards the child he had heard, and more precisely, what had happened to that little boy? From what he sensed within the shell it hadnāt felt too pleasant; maybe worse than what anyone could believe. But then, that wasnāt a surprise since he hadnāt known many to populate this islandā¦
For the most part Vanora had managed to settle himself, a little. Heād made good use of a small shack built up near the beach; which stood nicely on a slight hill and close by the main market areas within the city, though seemingly abandoned. But what was most handy about the small shack was that Vanora could keep all his valuables in it, a way he found to keep all the memories safe, as well enabling him to sleep securely and have shelter when it rained.
As he stared out into the ocean the young male sighed a little, watching the sun lowering against the sea and feeling the realization of his predicament, and even more seeing how alone he were; not including the voices he heard, who the teen often liked to believe where his friends, despite lacking a physical appearance. Reaching down he picked up the shell again and safely placed it inside one of his pockets, as no doubt heād find a perfect home for it within his shack; which was named Acair, as a way to give it more of a personality since it was his home now, but for how long?
Iāll be here forever. No one will find me. Iāll be alone, and die.
Within a few short moments his cheeks were dampened with his tears, the wetness tracing his curved features and trickling down his frail neck as it all ventured down into his clothing. In the process Vanora made a few high squeaks as he sniffled with his sorrow, while trying to wipe away his tears; but they never seemed to end. Feeling the need to, and his emotions starting to dwell, he did what felt best whenever in doubt; he chanted, mentally.
If in doubt, laugh and shout! Happiness is what weāre about!
Do not spare, do not fear, merriness is always near!
Smile, giggle, hug, kiss! Sadness we will never miss!
But thenā¦
Are you sad? Are you blue? Guess what? We are too!
Hate, sulk, scream, shout! Misery is what weāre about!
Always hate, always lie! Weāll all cry cause weāll all die!
Vanora brought his knees to his chest before burying his face within his resting arms that lay against them, as he tried to push aside the thoughts altogetherā¦
Vanora closed his eyes for a moment, holding up a single seashell to his ear while listening quietly as the pure voice spoke; laughing contently. From what the teenager could tell, and only being able to hear, the sound was rather childish and sweet, slightly high, though soft and warming.
Look! Look! It makes a swoosh sound if you hold it real close!
The boy smiled a little to himself, grasping at the shell more tightly while the voice grew louder. From against the objects surface Vanora could feel the childās soul, almost. Not exactly, but the more he seemed to care for an object the more apart of the individual he became in a sense. As if he already knew them for many years and could easily understand what that person was trying to communicate, if anything at all.
Mummy, Mummyā¦!
A brief snap of cold wind tickled at Vanoraās neck, causing him to suddenly drop the shell and watch as it fell down amongst the sand, along with the voiceā¦
Of course, no one else wouldāve heard that voice. But then realizing that almost made Vanora question his sanity a little, though most times he just managed to shrug off the thought. He wasnāt mad, at least not yet despite the voices that echoed within his mind whenever touching something. Sitting alone by the beach, Vanora often came here to be with his thoughts. For some reason or another he felt this desire for the ocean, especially since if often gave him the opportunity to stumble across some interesting things along the beach; mainly the memories heād be privy to once finding them.
As the teen sat his dark hair swayed lightly in the cool breeze, itās tangled ends brushing against his cheeks in a slightly annoyingly manner. Though, ignoring that, Vanora let his mind wonder back towards the child he had heard, and more precisely, what had happened to that little boy? From what he sensed within the shell it hadnāt felt too pleasant; maybe worse than what anyone could believe. But then, that wasnāt a surprise since he hadnāt known many to populate this islandā¦
For the most part Vanora had managed to settle himself, a little. Heād made good use of a small shack built up near the beach; which stood nicely on a slight hill and close by the main market areas within the city, though seemingly abandoned. But what was most handy about the small shack was that Vanora could keep all his valuables in it, a way he found to keep all the memories safe, as well enabling him to sleep securely and have shelter when it rained.
As he stared out into the ocean the young male sighed a little, watching the sun lowering against the sea and feeling the realization of his predicament, and even more seeing how alone he were; not including the voices he heard, who the teen often liked to believe where his friends, despite lacking a physical appearance. Reaching down he picked up the shell again and safely placed it inside one of his pockets, as no doubt heād find a perfect home for it within his shack; which was named Acair, as a way to give it more of a personality since it was his home now, but for how long?
Iāll be here forever. No one will find me. Iāll be alone, and die.
Within a few short moments his cheeks were dampened with his tears, the wetness tracing his curved features and trickling down his frail neck as it all ventured down into his clothing. In the process Vanora made a few high squeaks as he sniffled with his sorrow, while trying to wipe away his tears; but they never seemed to end. Feeling the need to, and his emotions starting to dwell, he did what felt best whenever in doubt; he chanted, mentally.
If in doubt, laugh and shout! Happiness is what weāre about!
Do not spare, do not fear, merriness is always near!
Smile, giggle, hug, kiss! Sadness we will never miss!
But thenā¦
Are you sad? Are you blue? Guess what? We are too!
Hate, sulk, scream, shout! Misery is what weāre about!
Always hate, always lie! Weāll all cry cause weāll all die!
Vanora brought his knees to his chest before burying his face within his resting arms that lay against them, as he tried to push aside the thoughts altogetherā¦
Brooklyn pushed another branch out of her way, scanning what was directly in front of her for spiderwebs. That would be just her luck- to walk into a spiderweb. First she woke up on some island that doesn't seem to have any other people on it, she thought there were others, but she couldn't really tell and she hadn't seen anyone else, and she'd been stranded there for over a week already, and who knows when she'd get to go home. She'd spent her days wandering aimlessly around the small island, trying to find any sign of life. She'd seen buildings, and she'd even bothered to go into a grocery store yesterday, out of desperation. She'd found food, and she figured it'd rot soon. She wondered what would cause people to abandon the island so quickly, not even bothering to get as much food as possible. She comes out of the dense forest onto the beach.
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