temperence:

Alisa had a magical night. She was able to reveal a secret that plagued her mind for the past five years, in doing so it felt like the world had lifted from her shoulders. She also got to spend Valentine's Day with Argo, who said he was happy to have spent time with her... and saw her as a friend. He was everything she imagined. he was most kind to her, did not force her to do anything she did not wish to do, held her hand, and he kissed her... he kissed her!

Her face was still a bright red, and she was humming happily as she placed her key into the front door of the home she shared with Ennie. After opening the door, she shut it behind her and re-locked it. This was the happiest night of her life. For once, she felt beautiful and worthy.

"Ennie... a-ah'm home..."

ng_murderworld:

The van that turned down the street in front of the Champion's home looked like any other brown delivery truck. Black and gold letters painting it's side and a man in a uniform consisting of a hat, button-up shirt and shorts the same drab color of his van looking as bored as one could with his job. The van stopped just short of the former night club's entrance. The delivery driver turned around in his seat and rummaged around for the small package he had for the inhabitants.

Hopping out of his van, 10x10 box tucked under his arm, he headed to the door and rapped on it three times. Not waiting for an answer - there was no signature confirmation requested - he set it on the top step and went back to his van, signed off on his clipboard and started the vehicle up.

By the time the door to the old club opened, he was already driving away to carry on with the rest of his deliveries.

The brown cardboard box, ten inches by exactly ten inches was addressed to The Most Worthy 'Champion' and weighed perhaps three pounds at the most. There was no return address.

sandcastlegod:

They'd started moving into the renovated abandoned restaurant/nightclub covered scrap metal. Corey'd even arranged a recycling dumpster next to the regular one. Once the kitchen was finally covered in his explanatory signs -- one explanation of food storage and recycling having the very direct heading 'You Will Not Waste' -- he took an awful lot of sorted bags of packaging out to said recycling dumpster.

designergene:

( The way we make these cats desintegrate )