South

The southern part of the city has a chic family-oriented sort of charm to it. Here, small locally owned shops run rampant, neighbors often know each other by name, and the monthly socials are an event not to be missed. In the South, children can often be seen safely playing in the park or on sidewalks and in the weekends, families often take to the beach to enjoy the warm waters surrounding the city.

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Ascension Center of Equitation
Hyde Park
Point Defiance Zoo and Aquarium
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And there's a demon in my brain starts to overwhelm (Open)


Posted on October 01, 2018 by Lannie Smith
South Reopen Thread
Lannie Smith
I close my eyes and dream that I'm awake

There he was again, staring right at her. The shadowy hand loosening its grip on the trim of the door, entering casually into the room cluttered in paintbrushes and unusual artwork. "Oh? Welcome back," Lannie coolly replied with her eyes still glued to the canvas in front of her. Yet again the looming giant's gaze was still fixated at her. How many years had it been now since she met him? Automatically she dropped the paintbrush and started counting backwards with her fingers. "Around this season, four years ago," she told the figure with her interest now returning to the paintbrush she dropped. As always, the dark shadow said nothing in return.

When Lannie had first met him, it was a surprising encounter nonetheless. It started out with her being able to only notice him out of the corner of her eye. Then, the silhouetted figure got braver. Soon, he appeared when she was sleeping, eating, and frankly, whenever he pleased. Not saying a word. Remaining statuesque. Staring.


For a while she resented the creature. Swearing every time, it arrived out of the blue, throwing whatever she could in his direction, and screaming bloody murder. No matter what she did, or how cruel she acted, it stood its ground. With his full white eyes studying her.
"Do you need something? I'm kind of busy right now," Lannie asked with an annoyed tone. Suddenly, she shot up from her work bench and exclaimed, "Hey! I never asked your name before. What is it?" Her eyes locked with the empty white sockets of his.

...


Still, nothing. Panning the figure up and down, she frowned with defeat, proceeding to slump onto the bench again. "I just figured after all these years of you bothering me, you would at least give me something to work with," sarcasm coated her tongue. Being only able to concentrate on adding a few more strokes to the painting, she fiercely grabbed her coat on the ground beside her and rushed out of the studio. "I'm going out!" Lannie shouted to her parents that were somewhere in the house. Making her way through the maze of hallways and stairs, she plopped down on the last stair in the front entrance to put on her shoes. "Damnit," she muttered, frustrated that the knot kept unraveling.


Hurried footsteps gained closer behind her. "Honey? Where are you going? Don't forget an umbrella it's a 30% chance of rain today," the worried woman exclaimed, shoving a backpack and umbrella towards Lannie. "I'm just going to the park for fresh air," Lannie sighed. "H-He showed up again in my studio. He won't leave me alone. He doesn't like the outside that much though, that's where I can get rid of him," she reassured the woman who clutched her hands to her heart looking as though she was about to cry. "It's O.K. mom," Lannie smiled as she finally was able to tie her shoe properly. "Lannie, be careful. Just... call me in an hour?" her mother reached down help her up. "Your father should be on his way home in an hour so if you need a ride, either one of us can get you. Don't feel like it's an inconvenience for us to pick you up," Lannie's mother added. "I know mom, I'll call you in an hour. I promise," she flashed a big grin as she opened the door and stepped outside.


It was as the locals say, a "hop skip and a jump" to Hyde park. In less than 15 minutes Lannie could find a quiet park bench and rest. Unzipping her backpack, she saw that her mom had packed her charcoal pencils and her worn sketch book. A genuine smile leaped across Lannie's lips. For her mom to sacrifice so much so she could live a somewhat normal life, was more than she could ever ask for. It was true, that she thought of herself as an inconvenience towards her parents, especially when she had first gotten ill. Now, she made it a goal to treat her parents as best as she could and make sure they didn't worry as much. Not before long into her sketch, she saw a shadow loom over her. This shadow was unlike the figure who usually followed her though. To whom could it belong to?

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