Golly, I hope this comes out okay. *_* It's hard to find direction with thiiiis.
Bridgette
I hate to whine, I really do, but it seems no matter what I do I always end up where I don't want to be. Like Germany. Oh, wonderful! It's not like I was planning on going back to my parents at any point. Let's just make sure that they have no idea where I am as I travel haphazardly through Europe with a ragtag group of amateur detectives. This situation couldn't be more ridiculous if it tried.
Thankfully, Akira took some time out of her busy leader schedule to explain me a thing a couple days ago. I know now that I am in a club for "mythological creatures." There is no negotiation here, I am simply in the club. I know that we are all trying to figure out what's going on with Xenogenesis Laboratories: the black lab coat guys who came to my house. I know that I show up on a weird creature tracker, but none of my other family members do. That's how they found me in the first place, I guess. And lastly, I know that everyone here is really friendly and it's been making me really uncomfortable.
I should probably make more of an effort to reach out to everyone, though. It looks like I'll be stuck here for a while. I should also probably work on my current mood, which is the most bitter it's ever been.
Of course, that could also be attributed to the fact that I just spent a good amount of time in a night club. How on Earth did I end up in a fricken German night club?
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'There are too many people in this fricken club,' I thought to myself in the airport. I couldn't even believe how many times I had been approached since I'd been with them. Not to mention that all I had done was embarrass myself! Let's see... I awkwardly tried to comfort the Violett girl, I had a sarcastic tone with the poor sick man, I scared everyone away from me by creepily fangirling over Homestuck... I swear, I have absolutely no control over myself when I start talking about fandoms. It very well may be my worst quality.
I groaned as I remembered my attitude towards Akira as of late. No matter how many new clothes and electronics that she bought me, I could not stem my flow of passive-aggression. She was forcing me to go to another country, and that simply was not cool. I didn't know if she had noticed my sharpness with her, but I decided to be more pleasant in the future. No sense in being a jerk to people.
The plane ride was boring. The journey to the hotel was uneventful. I was in Germany, and I was not happy about it. I ended up rooming with Ela, as she was the only person that I had actually made friends with so far. Somehow Ela got suckered into going clubbing, and she seemed to find it so unfortunate that I came with her just to cheer her up.
Sugar. Clubs always have weird names. I found my mood getting worse and worse as the night went on. My new laptop was charging and the music was really loud and there were strangers everywhere. Seriously, who decided that dancing in a room full of strangers would be a fun experience? Some dude started harrassing Ela, but I found myself unable to make a sound. I was actually breaking into a nervous sweat when he started talking to me.
I squeaked at him, I kid you not. Then I embarrassed myself again by telling him off about the Internet (of all things) before finding out that he was actually pretty cool for a weird flirty guy. He let me borrow his phone, so he automatically gained three levels in the Awesome Tiers. Unfortunately, giving it back to him caused me to gravitate onto the dance floor. I dunno, I guess I had some sort of stupid panic attack or something no big deal.
I vaulted towards the bathroom as quickly as the mass of bodies would allow and leaned on the sink upon arrival. My face was white in the mirror and I felt queasy, like I might be sick. I whipped my head around to stare at the door when I heard it creaking open.
"Oh, hey Ela."
She took in my ghastly appearance. "You gonna be okay?" she asked, expression uncertain.
"Yeah. Yeah, I'm good," I replied uneasily.
"Don't worry, this isn't really my scene, either. Maybe we ought to get out of here."
"Yeah, maybe." I slid down to the floor with my back against the wall. "Can I calm myself down for a few minutes?"
"Take all the time you need," she said, crossing her arms and leaning against the wall adjacent.
"You know," I smirked, "I think that Emery guy likes you."
Ela made a face. "Is that his name? No way, he was just being a creep."
"I'm serious! He called you 'sweet ginger.' That means he's totally into you."
She did crack a smile at that. "Quit joking around, this isn't supposed to be fun."
"Well, at least Griffin and Akira seem to be having a good time."
"Oh god, don't get me started on them. Just like everyone else in this club, they can't control their d*mn PDA. Did you see everyone on the plane earlier?"
I frowned as I recalled the flight. "It was hard not to notice."
"Ugh, why can't they just keep it to themselves? Nobody wants to see all of their cutesy stuff all the time." With that, Ela appeared to be lost in thought. Only the dull, continuous thump of the music could be heard from outside.
Suddenly, a mischievous grin materialized on her face. "We should totally screw with everyone."
I looked at her warily. "What exactly are you proposing?"
She beckoned me over to her and I complied on legs that were still slightly wobbly.
"We," she mussed up my hair, "Are going to," disheveled my clothing, "Make everyone think," and did the same to herself, "That we are gay for each other."
I stared at her in awe of her unknown pranking skills. "Are you an evil genius?" I uttered before she dragged us out the door.
For the rest of the night we were fake hanging all over each other until we got to our hotel room. We definitely got some stares from the club members. I knew that I was really gonna have to steel myself for all of the attention we'd be getting over this stunt.
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So here I am. Still in Germany. In a dark hotel room.
"What have I gotten myself into?" I ask the darkness from my bed.
"Quit whining," Ela answers grumpily from across the room. She throws a pillow at me.
I've been feeling pretty inadequate, so that's probably why I dream about the facility I was sent to when I was about six. My wings weren't growing at a fast enough rate and I didn't have any healing ability. It's hard to remember all that happened there, but my parents tell me that they helped my wings grow and taught me how to heal myself. I wake up picturing who I believe was my favorite doctor.
He sure was a lot nicer than the other stupid doctors. All they did was run all kinds of experiments in their weirdly black lab coats.
I bolt upright in my bed.
Oh my god.
WOOT! Decided to delve into the past a little bit. ;D Gonna see what happens there. Yeah.
Are my posts long enough yet? Sorry if this one was kind of boring. ;_;
