matchstick girl

She slips through crowds and metal and dust, listening, watching. Wires weave through her body, clothes, hair, a walking advertisement- buy from me, keep me safe another day.

The air is thin and cool, made colder yet by a breeze that wafts- no, drifts- no. The breeze crawls, a living thing of dust and breath and buy this, buy that. So many voices, too many, fading into a babbling slience, not one standing out from the others.

It's cold, yes, too cold for a barefoot girl, but home- heat- not until she sells her wares, if she plans to breathe tomorrow.

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Such a crowd, too many people to notice a child slipping out near the docks. Ferries are left running; the engines are always warm. Safe? Relatively.

Pale limbs and vibrant wires twist and coil, tucked into a curve of a ship's engine.

Lazy dockhands, hurried pilots...can't tell what debris is burnt when a ship takes off.











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Hush up, don't tell mama
shush up, don't tell mama
don't tell mama, whatever you do...
if you had a secret, I would keep it
I would never tell on you!



cha. so.


since I've had it for liek two whole months without posting anything, I shall declare my was-going-to-be-a-friends-only-except-I-have-pretty-much-nothing-to-go-friends-only-about journal a writing journal...wherein the saga of the futuristic matchstick girl and Maek's world and random poetry shall be posted. 'cause. um. yes.




*pokes people* FREE COOKIES!





Ha. Bet that got your attention.



so needy.

somebody come sleep with me.

um, I mean, platonically. 'cause, I'm freezing here. my room is very cold at night. or you could just, um, send me gloves? 'cause I keep messing up my typing 'cause, cold. *sits on hands*


mentalhygeine: there may be ficcage soon. not right off from where I was stuck the other day, but the same story. possible about WHY the stuff happened. also, possibly Joe's retaliation. maybe. (help! if the fic's Lou POV 1st person, and Lou's in the hospital when Joe goes berserk, how do I get it into the story? *confoozed*)



umm.


that's all for now, ma loves.

hush up, don't tell mama
shush up, don't tell mama
you can tell my uncle, that's okay,
he's my agent anyway
you can tell my gramma, suits me fine,
just yesterday she joined the line!
please sir, don't tell mama
please sir, don't tell mama
please sir, don't tell mama!
if you see my mummy, mums the word.

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Paul McCrane has such a fecking sexy singing voice *fangirls*





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*sniffle* Romano.