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+ | ==<div valign="bottom" style="background: #006999; color: #FFFFFF; text-align: center; margin:0 auto 0 auto; font-size:125%; height:25px; border: solid 5px #003969;">'''Short #1 - "Dear Destiny..."'''</div>== | ||
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+ | 6PM and the Sun was sneaking away below the horizon of Millenium City, leaving the long street not with it's warm touch, but instead the cold street lights. To and fro a busy throng of people wandered alongside a conga line of cars; the last dregs of the evening commute. Most folks were going home, returning to their families after a days hard work. At least one of the people on the street was just leaving, in fact. | ||
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+ | A young blonde woman weaved her way against the tide of the crowd, offering polite excuses and apologies whenever she almost bumped into someone or was forced to awkwardly side step. At a lazy, thoughtful pace she wandered, shielded against the creeping cold thanks to her favourite leather jacket and a wooly red scarf. Unlike the commuters making their way out of the city centre, Krysta was heading towards it, towards the cities dominant RenCen. She had no business being in the Heroes square at all, never did and it was still too early to head for a drink at Club Caprice, no, she was heading there for other reasons. | ||
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+ | Krysta broke from the chaos of the street out into the much calmer park sitting on Westsides skyline. The route would take another ten-fifteen minutes to reach her destination but she could never resist a chance to stroll across the grass, especially with the beautiful sunset overhead. With the grass stroking the sides of her canvas shoe, she felt the familiar pang of damp soaking into her socks. A quick check of her jeans pocket told her the letter was still there. | ||
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+ | A leisurely stroll through the shadowed park later, the blonde cornered through the RenCen, doubled backover towards the observation tower and was soon gliding upwards; riding an elevator to the top of the tallest builing in the entire city; the highest point for miles around. Thoughts danced around her airy mind as she rose up and up and up. She thought of her friends, of Chupe and Punky, of her recent time spend with Bria, oh lovely Bria... | ||
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+ | As the glass-encased lift broke the level of the rooftops, the fading Sun struck out again, desperate to remain for a fleeting last minute; the last light of the day washed over her pale face and calm smile. | ||
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+ | It made sense to her that this was the place to be, without a doubt. Most might think Christines thoughts silly and frivolous much like everything else about her, but she'd never care. This was a good idea. | ||
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+ | Destiny was watching, even now. From above. Krysta was sure of it and was determined to contact the girl however she could. With no email or phone number, she was left wit no idea how speak to Desinty - no idea where she was or where she could be. Chicago? But where? This would work instead. | ||
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+ | ''Dear Destiny,'' | ||
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+ | ''Hi there! You don't know me, not really, but my name is Christine. You can call me Krysta! It's so nice to finally say hello to you. I hope this letter finds you well.'' | ||
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+ | ''Bria told me all about you! Or, well, she mentioned you a few times but I think I understand enough. She told me how special you were to her and how close the two of you were, she told me about the Southside Broads and the bad people you both put with, people like Tammy and her step-dad. Chicago sounds really rough, you're both so strong for living there! I can't imagine how hard it must of been for you both. But you had each other, right?'' | ||
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+ | ''That's what makes it so sad. I understand it's a natural part of life and we shouldn't be upset, but sometimes it can't be helped. I think it's always two stories at once, on one hand you're gone now, you won't get to be married and maybe have kids and grow old and have lots of happy memories. On the other hand, Bria won't get to come to your wedding, she won't get to look after your kids and she won't get to grow old with you. I don't know which is more heartbreaking.'' | ||
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+ | ''Then there's the chance that maybe - just maybe - I'll be the one instead. That makes me happy, I'm gratful to have that wonderful chance, but I don't want to replace you. I'll never replace you because I know how much you mean to her. Sometimes when we're alone together and she's talking about Chicago and the Southside Broads, I can see it in her eyes, I can see just how much she misses you.'' | ||
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+ | ''It's only for now anyway, you'll be together again one day and maybe I'll get to meet you too!'' | ||
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+ | ''What I'm trying to say is you don't have to worry, I'll look after her for you - I promise!'' | ||
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+ | ''Love,'' | ||
+ | ''Krysta'' | ||
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+ | ''PS. If you get lonely, there's a very special lady up there with you, she'll keep you company. Just tell her I sent you.'' | ||
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+ | A neat fold here and a neat fold there saw the letter take the shape of an elaborate paper aeroplane. Krysta stood calmly on the very edge of the collosal tower, the city so far below she could see the edge of the suburbs and far beyond. The wind whipped and pulled at her hair and scarf, threatning to drag her from her perch if she was not careful. With only the gentlest of flicks, the letter-aeroplane took off from her fingers. | ||
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+ | Away and away it spiralled, carried high on the winds, spun on the relentless updrafts and thrown by the endless crosswinds. | ||
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+ | There, on the very edge of the world, Krysta sat alone as she watched the letter until she could see it no more; confident that somehow it would find its way to Destiny. | ||
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Real Name: | Christine Krueger | |||||||||
Known Aliases: | N/A | |||||||||
Gender: | Female | |||||||||
Species: | Human | |||||||||
Ethnicity: | Caucasian | |||||||||
Place of Birth: | San Francisco | |||||||||
Base of Operations: | Comicbook Store | |||||||||
Relatives: | Deceased | |||||||||
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Age: | 22 | |||||||||
Height: | 5'6 | |||||||||
Weight: | 140lbs | |||||||||
Eyes: | Blue | |||||||||
Hair: | Blonde | |||||||||
Complexion: | Pale | |||||||||
Physical Build: | Lithe | |||||||||
Physical Features: | Multiple piercings | |||||||||
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Years Active: | N/A | |||||||||
Citizenship: | America | |||||||||
Occupation: | Unemployed | |||||||||
Education: | College | |||||||||
Marital Status: | Complicated | |||||||||
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Contents
[hide]San Francisco
Millenium City
Tropes
Kindhearted Simpleton - Good will and acts of kindness come as second nature to Krysta, with near limitless ammounts of trust, faith and optimism in those around her. While she may have a few pearls of deep wisdom to offer, don't ask her to work the toaster or she may burn your house down.
Plucky Comic Relief / The Klutz - It would seem that whenever Krysta is around, no situation can be taken seriously. Her spirit and cheer appear to be indominable, either a welcome gift to a group or an irritating distraction. Stupid questions and tumbles galore; a common catchphrase for the blonde woman is a high pitched squeak followed by a prat fall.
All Girls Like Ponies - Krysta really wants a pony.
Friends
Telekinesis
Trivia
- Krysta comes from a German heritage. Her great-grandparents fought in World War 2. (Not on the side you'd hope.)
- Despite the name, Princess Fluffybutt is actually a male.
- Krysta has been banned from attending any Chippendales show due to excessive giggling.
- Krysta is tremendously fond of Halloween yet her choice of costume is often ill advised. This has resulted from her being expelled from every Halloween party she's ever been to.
- Krysta is an avid fan of videogames. A subscriber of a popular MMO, she's played an elven hunter for over two years and is still perfectly happy to run around the starter area, hunt bunnies and explore the woods.
- Krysta once failed a survey.
- Krysta is often confused by hats.
- Everytime someone in the media says the words "Buttcheeks," Krystas family is paid $0.25 in royalties.
- Krysta once got into a fight with a stop sign. She lost.
- A happy accident on vacation once saw Krysta landed with her own chat show on Swedish Television. The show lasted only four episodes and was described as "Infuriating." She now appears on the 10SEK stamp.
- After a seven hour long conversation, Krysta was once punched in the head by a Buddhist pacifist.
- Following a freak accident at an experimental psycho-analytic laboratory, Krysta has been left with the amazing ability of being able to read her own thoughts.
- Krysta believes that clouds are stalking her.
- Krysta has been banned from ever returning to China. As a result, many now know her as Bén-Huáng-Nǚhái.
- Krysta has a crippling fear of sheep.
- Krysta has no inner-monologue, conscience or voice in her head; just Shake Your Coconuts by Junior Senior on repeat.
- Krysta avidly believes Samuel L. Jackson is her spirit animal.
Track List
- 01 - AWOLNATION - Kill Your Heroes
- 02 - Junior Senior - Shake Your Coconuts
- 03 - Alanis Morissette - One Hand In My Pocket
- 04 - Goldfinger - 99 Red Balloons
- 05 - Jimmy Eat World - The Middle
- 06 - Weezer - Pork and Beans
- 07 - Rammstein - Mein Teil
- 08 - The Baseballs - Umbrella
- 09 - Foo Fighters - Everlong
- 10 - Against Me! - Because of the Shame
- 11 - The Ataris - Boys of Summer
- 12 - Nightwish - Bye Bye Beautiful
Short #1 - "Dear Destiny..."
6PM and the Sun was sneaking away below the horizon of Millenium City, leaving the long street not with it's warm touch, but instead the cold street lights. To and fro a busy throng of people wandered alongside a conga line of cars; the last dregs of the evening commute. Most folks were going home, returning to their families after a days hard work. At least one of the people on the street was just leaving, in fact.
A young blonde woman weaved her way against the tide of the crowd, offering polite excuses and apologies whenever she almost bumped into someone or was forced to awkwardly side step. At a lazy, thoughtful pace she wandered, shielded against the creeping cold thanks to her favourite leather jacket and a wooly red scarf. Unlike the commuters making their way out of the city centre, Krysta was heading towards it, towards the cities dominant RenCen. She had no business being in the Heroes square at all, never did and it was still too early to head for a drink at Club Caprice, no, she was heading there for other reasons.
Krysta broke from the chaos of the street out into the much calmer park sitting on Westsides skyline. The route would take another ten-fifteen minutes to reach her destination but she could never resist a chance to stroll across the grass, especially with the beautiful sunset overhead. With the grass stroking the sides of her canvas shoe, she felt the familiar pang of damp soaking into her socks. A quick check of her jeans pocket told her the letter was still there.
A leisurely stroll through the shadowed park later, the blonde cornered through the RenCen, doubled backover towards the observation tower and was soon gliding upwards; riding an elevator to the top of the tallest builing in the entire city; the highest point for miles around. Thoughts danced around her airy mind as she rose up and up and up. She thought of her friends, of Chupe and Punky, of her recent time spend with Bria, oh lovely Bria...
As the glass-encased lift broke the level of the rooftops, the fading Sun struck out again, desperate to remain for a fleeting last minute; the last light of the day washed over her pale face and calm smile.
It made sense to her that this was the place to be, without a doubt. Most might think Christines thoughts silly and frivolous much like everything else about her, but she'd never care. This was a good idea.
Destiny was watching, even now. From above. Krysta was sure of it and was determined to contact the girl however she could. With no email or phone number, she was left wit no idea how speak to Desinty - no idea where she was or where she could be. Chicago? But where? This would work instead.
Dear Destiny,
Hi there! You don't know me, not really, but my name is Christine. You can call me Krysta! It's so nice to finally say hello to you. I hope this letter finds you well.
Bria told me all about you! Or, well, she mentioned you a few times but I think I understand enough. She told me how special you were to her and how close the two of you were, she told me about the Southside Broads and the bad people you both put with, people like Tammy and her step-dad. Chicago sounds really rough, you're both so strong for living there! I can't imagine how hard it must of been for you both. But you had each other, right?
That's what makes it so sad. I understand it's a natural part of life and we shouldn't be upset, but sometimes it can't be helped. I think it's always two stories at once, on one hand you're gone now, you won't get to be married and maybe have kids and grow old and have lots of happy memories. On the other hand, Bria won't get to come to your wedding, she won't get to look after your kids and she won't get to grow old with you. I don't know which is more heartbreaking.
Then there's the chance that maybe - just maybe - I'll be the one instead. That makes me happy, I'm gratful to have that wonderful chance, but I don't want to replace you. I'll never replace you because I know how much you mean to her. Sometimes when we're alone together and she's talking about Chicago and the Southside Broads, I can see it in her eyes, I can see just how much she misses you.
It's only for now anyway, you'll be together again one day and maybe I'll get to meet you too!
What I'm trying to say is you don't have to worry, I'll look after her for you - I promise!
Love, Krysta
PS. If you get lonely, there's a very special lady up there with you, she'll keep you company. Just tell her I sent you.
A neat fold here and a neat fold there saw the letter take the shape of an elaborate paper aeroplane. Krysta stood calmly on the very edge of the collosal tower, the city so far below she could see the edge of the suburbs and far beyond. The wind whipped and pulled at her hair and scarf, threatning to drag her from her perch if she was not careful. With only the gentlest of flicks, the letter-aeroplane took off from her fingers.
Away and away it spiralled, carried high on the winds, spun on the relentless updrafts and thrown by the endless crosswinds.
There, on the very edge of the world, Krysta sat alone as she watched the letter until she could see it no more; confident that somehow it would find its way to Destiny.