Rachel Round 1
Round 1: The Calm Before the Storm
March 4th. A drizzly, cold morning. Woke up in my ultra-girly bed, in my ultra-girly PJs, in my ultra-girly room. Whenever I asked my parents to change my bedroom, I always got the same thing: "Why would you want to change it? It's already so nice!" There wasn't much point arguing with them. They'd just ask me if there was something the matter, something deeper I was concerned about. They couldn't fathom the idea that I might simply want to grow up a bit. Oh well.
This was laid out for me to wear. On birthdays and special occasions like this, I try to appease my parents. It is a little disturbing, though. I mean, where do they have to shop to find clothes like this in my size? Thank God I'm home-schooled.
They set a cake in front of me and Dad took a picture. "Smile for the camera, baby girl!" I tried. But the absurdity of it all was really too much. I'm not that good of an actress.
Round 1: Bonus
Early one morning, I was wandering around in an abandoned part of town, looking for something I could use as a weapon to defend myself if the Social Bunnies ever crossed my path, when I found this guy. He was unconscious, but he came to when I shook his shoulder.
"Are you alive?"
"Mmm... wha...? Oh god, Jake! No, no, no...!"
He tried to lift himself up, but he was too weak and distraught, so he started crying uncontrollably. I sighed and shook my head, but something compelled me to be more compassionate that I might be normally.
"Who's Jake?"
"My... my little brother... They took him! Oh god..."
This was interesting. The Bunnies took a kid with them? I thought they just destroyed everything. This meant they might actually have some sort of purpose. I decided to bring the guy inside and clean him up, try to get more information. I propped him up and got him into some old warehouse with some effort. Tried to wipe the blood off his face as best as I could with my sleeves dipped in rain water, then we took a nap. It was noon when we woke up.
"So, what's your name?"
"Joe. Joe Walsh."
"I'm Rachel Bavolio. The Social Bunnies beat you up like that?"
"Yeah," he said, then started laughing loudly. "Hahahahahaha! Haha, I'm sorry, it just sounds so stupid! Hahaha, ha ha... ha... Oh god, what the hell went wrong? What are we supposed to do...?" Now he started crying again.
I grabbed Joe's shoulders and looked up into his face. "Look, this is no time for feeling sorry for yourself. We've got to figure out what happened, and maybe try to fix it. We can't change the past. We've just got to deal with it, okay?"
He nodded. "Yeah, you're right."
"Good."
Silence.
"Hey, I know a place nearby that should have some guns we can use," said Joe.
"You do? See, that's a good start! Let's go."
March 4th. A drizzly, cold morning. Woke up in my ultra-girly bed, in my ultra-girly PJs, in my ultra-girly room. Whenever I asked my parents to change my bedroom, I always got the same thing: "Why would you want to change it? It's already so nice!" There wasn't much point arguing with them. They'd just ask me if there was something the matter, something deeper I was concerned about. They couldn't fathom the idea that I might simply want to grow up a bit. Oh well.
This was laid out for me to wear. On birthdays and special occasions like this, I try to appease my parents. It is a little disturbing, though. I mean, where do they have to shop to find clothes like this in my size? Thank God I'm home-schooled.
They set a cake in front of me and Dad took a picture. "Smile for the camera, baby girl!" I tried. But the absurdity of it all was really too much. I'm not that good of an actress.
Round 1: Bonus
Early one morning, I was wandering around in an abandoned part of town, looking for something I could use as a weapon to defend myself if the Social Bunnies ever crossed my path, when I found this guy. He was unconscious, but he came to when I shook his shoulder.
"Are you alive?"
"Mmm... wha...? Oh god, Jake! No, no, no...!"
He tried to lift himself up, but he was too weak and distraught, so he started crying uncontrollably. I sighed and shook my head, but something compelled me to be more compassionate that I might be normally.
"Who's Jake?"
"My... my little brother... They took him! Oh god..."
This was interesting. The Bunnies took a kid with them? I thought they just destroyed everything. This meant they might actually have some sort of purpose. I decided to bring the guy inside and clean him up, try to get more information. I propped him up and got him into some old warehouse with some effort. Tried to wipe the blood off his face as best as I could with my sleeves dipped in rain water, then we took a nap. It was noon when we woke up.
"So, what's your name?"
"Joe. Joe Walsh."
"I'm Rachel Bavolio. The Social Bunnies beat you up like that?"
"Yeah," he said, then started laughing loudly. "Hahahahahaha! Haha, I'm sorry, it just sounds so stupid! Hahaha, ha ha... ha... Oh god, what the hell went wrong? What are we supposed to do...?" Now he started crying again.
I grabbed Joe's shoulders and looked up into his face. "Look, this is no time for feeling sorry for yourself. We've got to figure out what happened, and maybe try to fix it. We can't change the past. We've just got to deal with it, okay?"
He nodded. "Yeah, you're right."
"Good."
Silence.
"Hey, I know a place nearby that should have some guns we can use," said Joe.
"You do? See, that's a good start! Let's go."