PunchDrunkCandy- Emmy
Lest She Forgets.
Emmy 'Candy' Moretti (Nonois Resident) steps steadily from the graveyard, Hands shaking with excitement as she lugged the machine meant for cargo loading through the city, thankfully finding her green haired greed in the gateway of old crow Territory ‘’Es’’ the name was said as a call, a siren to the waters ‘’We need to move the demons, She moved away’’ That was it, All the explanation Esme would get and she would continue to walk down to the Diner with machine scraping on rickety wheels behind her. Maybe Greed would put two and two together, Maybe she would know from their destination what had happened, Either way determination gripped Gluttony like an obsession.
Esmeralda (Esmeralda Siamendes) After ventures of the day past, the emerald haired had wandered back to home in the swamp. Days seemed like weeks and weeks felt like hours in the freedom that mind offered. Soon again she would have been stirred, called back, drawn back to the city and the distractions it offered. Needs had been sated, dormant as of late, Demon seemingly contented with surprising her with its howling. As a result she had found herself wandering back to graveyards, the sleeping ones well known from past family. It seemed their Demons had called to each other for, no sooner has she reached location, that sibling with strange contraption had been spotted. It was without a thought she had started following, to her Gluttony always wanting to observe her doings, even if not understanding statement at first. It was only as the Diner drew closer that it dawned upon them. An expression of displeasure and slight ire passed in mismatched colors as she would voice the feelings in rapid and snapped words "Nah, it can't be! If she be too far... She can't forget!" she finishes with a growl, a whole new vigor to her steps as she advanced forward. A gaze inside the Diner would confirm her fear, Mollie having always been here when she had come to the place, therefore her disappearance could only mean one thing. With a furious shake of her head, frame would push her way inside, eyes holding the embers of ire as she looked at the NPC. The man had seen her enough that he would disappear to the back room with a groan and yelp in voice. Making beeline for the jukebox, features would take on a wary expression, feeling a pulsing coming from the machine, even if only mind seemed to be conjuring such an idea. Gazing back to the door, likely where her companion should be by now, she queried "How long has she been gone?" tone alike a doctor asking about a patient. And in a way, the woman was. A carefully nurtured patient, formated to heal and come to form wished for.
Emmy 'Candy' Moretti (Nonois Resident) thankfully pushed the Contraption inside with little issue other than the weight of the thing, A casual nod given to the fleeing couple would leave her with little worry as she pushed contraption toward Jukebox ‘’She got the pizza place about five ays ago, I managed ta find her and she will be in the shop to collect her ‘new’ Jukebox on friday, I would of told ya sooner but other things got in the way’’ she moved quickly, hand seeking the plug socket to switched off the thing which alarmingly would cut short any music and lights from it. ‘’She knows I own the shop, We aint got much time to get this to my place, we gotta do it, We gotta do it’’ she mumbled, now a bond or connection needed on a personal level so Emmy could watch Mollies demons grow ‘’Help me lift it up’’ she muttered under her breath, Unplugging the juke box and tying the wires together so they would not trail on the floor.
Esmeralda (Esmeralda Siamendes) A spare glance would be shot at the departing couple, having her focus soon move to Emmy pushing the trolley in front of her and into the store. Gaze would return to the machinery however, the tick at the corner of eyes coming back to life. The jukebox had long been causing her distress. She knew the devils that roamed within it where very different than her own. How did she know of it? From where such certainty had been gained? It was amazing what demented and paranoid mind could make itself believe. Vision had been calmer as of late, less violent and sudden, but the musical box had colors distort, seemingly breathing alike living being. The pull of the plug would break the spell with a startle of frame, lids blinking quickly over vision as she focused on her pink haired and her words, returning to present moment. "Pizza? By da gas station?" she would query as she drew closer and lifted a tantalizing callused palm. Beneath, the humming of electricity had stopped, having her exhale raggedly. "We can't let it be. Dey be out, dey be wat reminds her of dem. Dey are close when we can't always be. She needs it" she states with a rapid nod as she would move to other side. Fingers used to manual duty would curl around an edge, trying to grip side and, if sibling lifted in unison, she would help push it slowly towards trolley. Side that was recently bruised would protest with agony, and malnurishment would have white pangs explode in vision, but to carry and drag to contraption so close, she would be able to do it.
Emmy 'Candy' Moretti (Nonois Resident) continued to push, however her Input would be far from helpful, she did indeed put most of her strength into the manoeuvring ‘’tilt it back, Then slip the edge on’’ she mumbled through grunts, Already pulling it backwards so the bottom dyes would catch the two prongs meant to carry its weight ‘’Es, push the trolley?’’ it was a grunt, her frame holding the small jukebox as muscles tensed and back twinged in protest. IF Esme did indeed push the trolley forward, Jukebox would be pushed forward as well, causing the Frame of the music machine to rock onto the Mechanism she had brought down from her shop ‘’She does need it, I promise we will get it to her, I will make the demons stronger so she has to be stronger, We can do it Es’’ the words were said again with multiple grunts and groans, urgency in her tone as she did not want to be caught.
Esmeralda (Esmeralda Siamendes) In the backroom, NPC could be heard mumbling, but in present moment, focus was solely captured. The mossy devil could feel muscles pull and ache as they angled and rested the jukebox against wall, fingers turning white at the pressure of the movement. At first, reaction would not be gained as she was asked about trolley but soon she would be nodding and straightening. Movements were rapid, fueled with unhealthy energy as both ire and dementia threatened to spill over. Mollie could not be freed. Could not let demons behind. She needed... She needed.... The litany mind had fallen into would end with a grunt as she pushed the trolley forward, its metal dentition gripping underneath weight of the jukebox and having it rock atop the contraption before settling into place. Callused palm would be lifted, wiping sweat away from uneven features as she exhaled raggedly, rapid pants having her words carry "We can. We need her to see. She be so close...." the words stated with an intensity in gaze that almost scorched. They could not let the girl go. The Devouring had been unleashed, it had to finish its course.
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You want it, you want it, you want it, you want it
Well, here it is, everything, everything, everything
Isn’t so primitive
Take it and take it and take it and take it and take it all
Nobody, nobody wants to feel like this
Nobody, nobody wants to live like this
Nobody, nobody wants a war like this
Devour, devour
Suffocate your own empire
Devour, devour
Its your final hour
Devour, devour
Stolen like a foreign soul
Devour, devour
What a way to go
Lest She Forgets.
Emmy 'Candy' Moretti (Nonois Resident) steps steadily from the graveyard, Hands shaking with excitement as she lugged the machine meant for cargo loading through the city, thankfully finding her green haired greed in the gateway of old crow Territory ‘’Es’’ the name was said as a call, a siren to the waters ‘’We need to move the demons, She moved away’’ That was it, All the explanation Esme would get and she would continue to walk down to the Diner with machine scraping on rickety wheels behind her. Maybe Greed would put two and two together, Maybe she would know from their destination what had happened, Either way determination gripped Gluttony like an obsession.
Esmeralda (Esmeralda Siamendes) After ventures of the day past, the emerald haired had wandered back to home in the swamp. Days seemed like weeks and weeks felt like hours in the freedom that mind offered. Soon again she would have been stirred, called back, drawn back to the city and the distractions it offered. Needs had been sated, dormant as of late, Demon seemingly contented with surprising her with its howling. As a result she had found herself wandering back to graveyards, the sleeping ones well known from past family. It seemed their Demons had called to each other for, no sooner has she reached location, that sibling with strange contraption had been spotted. It was without a thought she had started following, to her Gluttony always wanting to observe her doings, even if not understanding statement at first. It was only as the Diner drew closer that it dawned upon them. An expression of displeasure and slight ire passed in mismatched colors as she would voice the feelings in rapid and snapped words "Nah, it can't be! If she be too far... She can't forget!" she finishes with a growl, a whole new vigor to her steps as she advanced forward. A gaze inside the Diner would confirm her fear, Mollie having always been here when she had come to the place, therefore her disappearance could only mean one thing. With a furious shake of her head, frame would push her way inside, eyes holding the embers of ire as she looked at the NPC. The man had seen her enough that he would disappear to the back room with a groan and yelp in voice. Making beeline for the jukebox, features would take on a wary expression, feeling a pulsing coming from the machine, even if only mind seemed to be conjuring such an idea. Gazing back to the door, likely where her companion should be by now, she queried "How long has she been gone?" tone alike a doctor asking about a patient. And in a way, the woman was. A carefully nurtured patient, formated to heal and come to form wished for.
Emmy 'Candy' Moretti (Nonois Resident) thankfully pushed the Contraption inside with little issue other than the weight of the thing, A casual nod given to the fleeing couple would leave her with little worry as she pushed contraption toward Jukebox ‘’She got the pizza place about five ays ago, I managed ta find her and she will be in the shop to collect her ‘new’ Jukebox on friday, I would of told ya sooner but other things got in the way’’ she moved quickly, hand seeking the plug socket to switched off the thing which alarmingly would cut short any music and lights from it. ‘’She knows I own the shop, We aint got much time to get this to my place, we gotta do it, We gotta do it’’ she mumbled, now a bond or connection needed on a personal level so Emmy could watch Mollies demons grow ‘’Help me lift it up’’ she muttered under her breath, Unplugging the juke box and tying the wires together so they would not trail on the floor.
Esmeralda (Esmeralda Siamendes) A spare glance would be shot at the departing couple, having her focus soon move to Emmy pushing the trolley in front of her and into the store. Gaze would return to the machinery however, the tick at the corner of eyes coming back to life. The jukebox had long been causing her distress. She knew the devils that roamed within it where very different than her own. How did she know of it? From where such certainty had been gained? It was amazing what demented and paranoid mind could make itself believe. Vision had been calmer as of late, less violent and sudden, but the musical box had colors distort, seemingly breathing alike living being. The pull of the plug would break the spell with a startle of frame, lids blinking quickly over vision as she focused on her pink haired and her words, returning to present moment. "Pizza? By da gas station?" she would query as she drew closer and lifted a tantalizing callused palm. Beneath, the humming of electricity had stopped, having her exhale raggedly. "We can't let it be. Dey be out, dey be wat reminds her of dem. Dey are close when we can't always be. She needs it" she states with a rapid nod as she would move to other side. Fingers used to manual duty would curl around an edge, trying to grip side and, if sibling lifted in unison, she would help push it slowly towards trolley. Side that was recently bruised would protest with agony, and malnurishment would have white pangs explode in vision, but to carry and drag to contraption so close, she would be able to do it.
Emmy 'Candy' Moretti (Nonois Resident) continued to push, however her Input would be far from helpful, she did indeed put most of her strength into the manoeuvring ‘’tilt it back, Then slip the edge on’’ she mumbled through grunts, Already pulling it backwards so the bottom dyes would catch the two prongs meant to carry its weight ‘’Es, push the trolley?’’ it was a grunt, her frame holding the small jukebox as muscles tensed and back twinged in protest. IF Esme did indeed push the trolley forward, Jukebox would be pushed forward as well, causing the Frame of the music machine to rock onto the Mechanism she had brought down from her shop ‘’She does need it, I promise we will get it to her, I will make the demons stronger so she has to be stronger, We can do it Es’’ the words were said again with multiple grunts and groans, urgency in her tone as she did not want to be caught.
Esmeralda (Esmeralda Siamendes) In the backroom, NPC could be heard mumbling, but in present moment, focus was solely captured. The mossy devil could feel muscles pull and ache as they angled and rested the jukebox against wall, fingers turning white at the pressure of the movement. At first, reaction would not be gained as she was asked about trolley but soon she would be nodding and straightening. Movements were rapid, fueled with unhealthy energy as both ire and dementia threatened to spill over. Mollie could not be freed. Could not let demons behind. She needed... She needed.... The litany mind had fallen into would end with a grunt as she pushed the trolley forward, its metal dentition gripping underneath weight of the jukebox and having it rock atop the contraption before settling into place. Callused palm would be lifted, wiping sweat away from uneven features as she exhaled raggedly, rapid pants having her words carry "We can. We need her to see. She be so close...." the words stated with an intensity in gaze that almost scorched. They could not let the girl go. The Devouring had been unleashed, it had to finish its course.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
You want it, you want it, you want it, you want it
Well, here it is, everything, everything, everything
Isn’t so primitive
Take it and take it and take it and take it and take it all
Nobody, nobody wants to feel like this
Nobody, nobody wants to live like this
Nobody, nobody wants a war like this
Devour, devour
Suffocate your own empire
Devour, devour
Its your final hour
Devour, devour
Stolen like a foreign soul
Devour, devour
What a way to go