Post by indi on Nov 18, 2020 20:33:56 GMT -5
Hey guys,
It's me, your friend and intrepid traveller Indi!
A whole lot happened the last time you all saw me huh? More than a few people thought that BBQ Spare me was gonna be on the menu after that one. But I listened and I was guided and thanks to the universe and her all-seeing guidance? I bested the beast and now I get to turn two shiny awards into one…
Know my buds are a little worried about this next one, Miles is an odd little duck and he quacks to the beat of his own drum for sure. And okay, maybe he decided to hate me because… Well, why does anyone hate anyone? But it’s okay buds, I haven’t stopped or slowed - that’s why its so hard for us to get out there and meet all of you.
We never stop working!
BUT it’s not all about the blood and grr of life, I know some of you have been looking for us. The Family tells me that our numbers grow everyday and I really am trying to meet everyone, there’s just so so many of you now and OMG Buds, she is SO happy to know you’re all here for us.
So remember, if you’re lost - she will find you.
Until next time friends!
XOXO Indi[/color]
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**
Billowing clouds of sweet smelling steam drift from heavy industrial chimneys that darken an already smog laden horizon. Once upon a time this factory had been a place of great wonder and excitement, people travelled from all over just to peer through the gates and get a glimpse at the inside. In those days the sun had been warm down against the tarmac, turning it sticky like molasses beneath the feet of wistful children who one day dreamed of setting foot on such hallowed land.
Where once were hope filled doe-eyes and excited cries there was now only th steady chug chug chug of the steam as it poured from those towers. The shrill ring of the bell, your turn, her turn, one by one they were marched through until it seemed all was lost. But then, an idea was struck.
A Special Ticket.
A prize to end all prizes.
A chance, just one chance; for a girl like you or a boy like her; to enter the Challenger Factory and maybe, just maybe, they would leave with the Gold?
Flash! Snap! Bulbs on cameras that left the scent of a struck match in the air, blinded the lucky few who had received their invite. Each seemed as though they were hand-picked for the very occasion, but it would be just as easy, as fair, to believe it was nothing more than fates favour smiling on them that day.
How did you do it? What a stroke of luck, no no, not luck at all you see; it's talent that led them here. One by one they had discovered their ticket and the crowds flocked, they wanted to look to see, how did they do it? What a stroke of luck!
Dakostas Gloop, the first ticket to be found!
“It was meant to be” he said. “It’s only right that someone who LOVES violence should be the one to dole out Violence!” It made perfect sense of course. That’s what they all said, he was bound to find a ticket with all the places he chased that opportunity in!
WinterGreen Bryan-Gard, the next but just as worthy, anyone could say so.
And he did, 263 trophies and medals in various events, from arm wrestling to gum chewing and all in between! WinterGreen would exclaim “I’m a violent guy mostly, but sometimes you have to simplify things.” Maybe not quite like that, he was often misquoted and the headlines wanted attention. ‘He’s all outta bubblegum’ is what they would say.
Miles Salt, the latest to snatch up a ticket. Not that he won it of course;
He simply took it, because he could. And that was the kind of selfish child Miles Salt was and would always be. Elbows all the way to the front and wanting to be front and center but all the while “No pictures please!” He would scream, flapping arms at the cameras like a bird about to take flight.
And there they stood, at the edge of the gate just within the grounds. One by one they had taken up their ticket and gained entrance in hope, in vanity. But they all waited, on the precipice of what could very well be their future - because it could not, would not begin, without the guest of honor.
The old oak doors swung open and the crowd grew silent, a swell of anticipation moved through them like a rolling wave gathering momentum before crashing into the rocks at shore! She stepped out, one foot, then the other. Which is how anyone steps really but it seems as though it would be of note; as though we were expecting her to trip or stumble but instead she glided her way down the luxurious golden carpet to meet those who sought to steal her fate.
“Come on in!” She declared with honey in her voice and of course, greedy as ever Dakostas was quick to rush first, only to be stopped by a glitter skinned arm that belonged to the Galactic Goddess herself “AFTER, you sign.”
I the undersigned, shall forfeit all rights, privileges, and licenses herein and herein contained,et cetera, et cetera...Fax mentis incendium gloria cultum,et cetera, et cetera...MEMO BIS PUNITOR DELICATUM
It's ALL there! Black and white, clear as crystal!
But who reads the terms and conditions on these things right? So they sign of course and finally the tension in the crowd breaks, wild cheers and the buzz of excitement that comes before the big acts rips through everyone there. Dakostas, WinterGreen and Miles pushing and shoving, elbows and pinches, all to be the first inside.
Dakostas of course greedy and selfish and mean, is first inside. Running headlong into the waiting darkness just beyond those doors. He’s barely inside before; oh no, oh dear, oh bother even. He’s already gone Tripped over his own feet and got in his own way, as quick as he was in out he went - but its not all doom and gloom, with his exit comes the entertainment.
Each dressed in holographic rave wear, with faux-fur trimmed hoods, highlighter streaked across their cheekbones like the sunlight itself and a soft, sweet scent of sugar and herbs tickled the noses of the remaining challengers.
“Ah, my family! There you are, please take Mr. Gloop to the others, he’s lost and you have found him.” A little whistle like a bird left her lips and onwards she went, beckoning the remaining two; but they dragged their feet and looked back to watch.
Ookiee Wookiee Diggity Do
We have some hard learned advice for you.
Ookie Wookiee Diggity Dee
If you are smart then listen to we.
What do you get when you’re starved of hugs?
Parents don’t love you, hell nobody does.
A butchers a coward by any other name,
Do you think it’s the drugs, to, blame?
(Maybe he was just a tool.)
Ookiee Wookiee Diddly Dar
If you’re not greedy, you could go far
Maybe be a champion too,
Just like you had wanted to do.
(But now you’re through.)
“It was MY turn, he knew it was. He knew it and he went first anyway.” WinterGreen whined and shouted. The Wookiee’s tried to quieten him, they waved him on to follow Indi on this adventure but he would not budge. Snatching at all that surrounded him and wanting it for himself.
“OH Wintergreen!” Cried Miles, turning back with joy in his glassy eyes and he looked on at the fate that befell his friend and mentor. “You’re turning GREEN, WinterGreen!”
Miles grinned and pointed, thrusting a grubby, chewed finger in his direction. The young man seemed filled with delight and forgot himself if only for a moment. When suddenly, Indi was beside him and he drew back the hand he used to point.
“Green eyes, green belly, green inside… Jealousy is a monster that will eat you up.” With a flick of her hand she dismissed the stricken WinterGreen, his fate had been sealed. Defeated by his own envy, forever looking past what was before him to grasp at what was beyond.
“He too was lost, but she will find him.” She seemed to utter those words just for Miles. Who pretended not to notice nor care how close she was to him now.
Ookiee Wookiee Diggity dumb
When you are jealous, you are no fun.
Ookiee Wookiee Diggity Do
We have better options for you.
What do you do when your mentors a twat?
Pampered and preened like a show-mans cat?
Jealousy, envy and sabotage too.
He never wanted what’s best, for, you.
(And deep down you know that)
Ookie Wookie Diggity Dee
If you are wise, listen to Indi.
She is brave and honest and true.
And she’s already beaten you.
(Your mentor too.)
Odd as it were, that the song for WinterGreen was also for Salt. But of course, to Miles that seemed only right. This was all about him after all, it didn’t matter that Indi was the Champion, that it had been Indi who captured not one, but two Championships. That she had lead and guided all who needed her - because he was Miles Salt. And he was Special.
“Where now?” He demanded, as though she were there merely to serve him. Indi in his eyes, seemed to be nothing more than the platter on which his future would be served. But she smiled and coo’d at the pigeon toed little boy. His cheeks pink and flushed with an all too easily fallible aura.
“Where do you want to go?” She offered up the words as a question, but there was no time for him to respond as they stopped at the water's edge. Where that water had come from? Who’s to say, but it was thick and black and deep. Bubbling against the edges of the man made stream that contained it. Atop the bobbing surface lay a perfectly crafted swan boat of sorts, though it was painted as black as a crow.
“There’s no earthly way of knowing,
Which direction this alls going.
There’s no knowing where we’re going.
We’re here ebbing and a-flowing.
Is it holding?
Is it slipping?
Will she rise, or is she slipping?
Not a speck of luck spare going,
And the danger it is, growing.
She walked the fires of ‘hell’ a-glowing.
But is the golden reaper mowing?
Oh the danger is a-growing
And her aura is a-glowing.
Though he seems so hard to shake-up
This next match will be his wake-up.
There’s no earthly way of knowing.
But the universe, she is ALL-Knowing…”
There they were, on the black crow painted swan boat, water slopping and lapping at the sides. A Britney smell of sea and some-what rot nestling in the hairs of his nose. She had, had her say and he was tired of listening.
“I want-“ he tried.
But no, this isn’t his story and not a single ear cared for whatever demand it was he left unsaid, instead, the boat pulled to a stop before the door. The final test, or so he assumed.. As still she wasn’t giving anything away. Just carrying a quiet confidence that had once been missing from the Galactic Starry-Haired Leader of the Bold’s gait.
“I wouldn’t do that if i were you.” She waggled her finger as Salt jumped to his feet, all that he wanted, all he had worked for was just beyond that door…
“No.”
“Wait.”
“Stop.”
But it was no good of course, too headstrong and cocksure he made straight for that door and missed the obvious step along the way. Plunging into the murky depths that surrounded the boat, Miles reached out for help, for anyone to pluck him from the demise he had only himself to blame for.
But like Dakostas and WinterGreen and all who had been denied their ticket; Miles was all alone.
Ookiee Wookiee Diggity Dash
Once you were lucky, now you’re just rash.
Ookiee Wookiee Diggity Drew
Everyone suspects a victory for you.
What do you get when your ego’s so big,
And you’re a selfish bore of a pig?
Stomping your feet and making demands,
Are you ready to catch these hands?
(It’s her turn for a piece of you)
Ookiee Wookiee Miles is dumb
And we all know he sucks his thumb.
Ookie Wookiee Miles will fail
And then undoubtedly, he will wail.
(It’s not fair I want my turn)
“You. Get. NOTHING.” Her voice carried far beyond her lips, echoing off the halls of the place that was hers once more. She had made promises to keep those doors open through her own work, her own sweat, her one Blood. And open the doors would remain.
Beyond that door, the one that Miles had tried so desperately to reach? Was a mirror, floor to ceiling it stretched, way synod the expanse of a single glance. And she stood before it, they both did, her and her. One before the mirror and one behind the eyes.
“I have given all of myself, left pieces of myself in every contest. Miles can attest to that, my tooth nestled beneath his skin. A reminder of what he believes to be a smear on his otherwise clean record. He will gnash and gnaw and tear apart the very body that carts around the thing within, in hopes of toppling me.
Some think he can do it, they choose to forget the muddy footprints left on the ceiling he couldn’t break through last time he stood opposed to me. I won’t pretend that I am unaware of all the backing he has, wherever there is good and light, there will be those that follow darkness and damage. And like a carrier pigeon, he soars forward on the will of another…”
A shimmer, a shudder and that sweet scent from the water returned. Once again in the mirror we see her, a golden ticket to success on each arm. Tickets she did not beg, or borrow or steal.
“There is no, life I know, to compare to pure dedication. Just one look and you’ll see, my hard work and dedication. If you want to see paradise, seek and you’ll find us, there’s nothing to it..” A sweet song-like sentence in the voice so many knew by now.
Eclipsed only by the rolling darkness somewhere behind her, clouding out the mirror until all the remained, were the eyes.
And she who lives behind them.
Ookie Wookiee isn’t it strange,
How so many made no change?
Indi is our champion true
Like she always said she could do.
(Oh and she rules!
Really, rules.)
But Charlie, don’t forget what happened to the man who suddenly got everything he always wanted.
What happened?
He lived happily ever after.
It's me, your friend and intrepid traveller Indi!
A whole lot happened the last time you all saw me huh? More than a few people thought that BBQ Spare me was gonna be on the menu after that one. But I listened and I was guided and thanks to the universe and her all-seeing guidance? I bested the beast and now I get to turn two shiny awards into one…
Know my buds are a little worried about this next one, Miles is an odd little duck and he quacks to the beat of his own drum for sure. And okay, maybe he decided to hate me because… Well, why does anyone hate anyone? But it’s okay buds, I haven’t stopped or slowed - that’s why its so hard for us to get out there and meet all of you.
We never stop working!
BUT it’s not all about the blood and grr of life, I know some of you have been looking for us. The Family tells me that our numbers grow everyday and I really am trying to meet everyone, there’s just so so many of you now and OMG Buds, she is SO happy to know you’re all here for us.
So remember, if you’re lost - she will find you.
Until next time friends!
XOXO Indi[/color]
**
**
Billowing clouds of sweet smelling steam drift from heavy industrial chimneys that darken an already smog laden horizon. Once upon a time this factory had been a place of great wonder and excitement, people travelled from all over just to peer through the gates and get a glimpse at the inside. In those days the sun had been warm down against the tarmac, turning it sticky like molasses beneath the feet of wistful children who one day dreamed of setting foot on such hallowed land.
Where once were hope filled doe-eyes and excited cries there was now only th steady chug chug chug of the steam as it poured from those towers. The shrill ring of the bell, your turn, her turn, one by one they were marched through until it seemed all was lost. But then, an idea was struck.
A Special Ticket.
A prize to end all prizes.
A chance, just one chance; for a girl like you or a boy like her; to enter the Challenger Factory and maybe, just maybe, they would leave with the Gold?
Flash! Snap! Bulbs on cameras that left the scent of a struck match in the air, blinded the lucky few who had received their invite. Each seemed as though they were hand-picked for the very occasion, but it would be just as easy, as fair, to believe it was nothing more than fates favour smiling on them that day.
How did you do it? What a stroke of luck, no no, not luck at all you see; it's talent that led them here. One by one they had discovered their ticket and the crowds flocked, they wanted to look to see, how did they do it? What a stroke of luck!
Dakostas Gloop, the first ticket to be found!
“It was meant to be” he said. “It’s only right that someone who LOVES violence should be the one to dole out Violence!” It made perfect sense of course. That’s what they all said, he was bound to find a ticket with all the places he chased that opportunity in!
WinterGreen Bryan-Gard, the next but just as worthy, anyone could say so.
And he did, 263 trophies and medals in various events, from arm wrestling to gum chewing and all in between! WinterGreen would exclaim “I’m a violent guy mostly, but sometimes you have to simplify things.” Maybe not quite like that, he was often misquoted and the headlines wanted attention. ‘He’s all outta bubblegum’ is what they would say.
Miles Salt, the latest to snatch up a ticket. Not that he won it of course;
He simply took it, because he could. And that was the kind of selfish child Miles Salt was and would always be. Elbows all the way to the front and wanting to be front and center but all the while “No pictures please!” He would scream, flapping arms at the cameras like a bird about to take flight.
And there they stood, at the edge of the gate just within the grounds. One by one they had taken up their ticket and gained entrance in hope, in vanity. But they all waited, on the precipice of what could very well be their future - because it could not, would not begin, without the guest of honor.
The old oak doors swung open and the crowd grew silent, a swell of anticipation moved through them like a rolling wave gathering momentum before crashing into the rocks at shore! She stepped out, one foot, then the other. Which is how anyone steps really but it seems as though it would be of note; as though we were expecting her to trip or stumble but instead she glided her way down the luxurious golden carpet to meet those who sought to steal her fate.
“Come on in!” She declared with honey in her voice and of course, greedy as ever Dakostas was quick to rush first, only to be stopped by a glitter skinned arm that belonged to the Galactic Goddess herself “AFTER, you sign.”
I the undersigned, shall forfeit all rights, privileges, and licenses herein and herein contained,et cetera, et cetera...Fax mentis incendium gloria cultum,et cetera, et cetera...MEMO BIS PUNITOR DELICATUM
It's ALL there! Black and white, clear as crystal!
But who reads the terms and conditions on these things right? So they sign of course and finally the tension in the crowd breaks, wild cheers and the buzz of excitement that comes before the big acts rips through everyone there. Dakostas, WinterGreen and Miles pushing and shoving, elbows and pinches, all to be the first inside.
Dakostas of course greedy and selfish and mean, is first inside. Running headlong into the waiting darkness just beyond those doors. He’s barely inside before; oh no, oh dear, oh bother even. He’s already gone Tripped over his own feet and got in his own way, as quick as he was in out he went - but its not all doom and gloom, with his exit comes the entertainment.
Each dressed in holographic rave wear, with faux-fur trimmed hoods, highlighter streaked across their cheekbones like the sunlight itself and a soft, sweet scent of sugar and herbs tickled the noses of the remaining challengers.
“Ah, my family! There you are, please take Mr. Gloop to the others, he’s lost and you have found him.” A little whistle like a bird left her lips and onwards she went, beckoning the remaining two; but they dragged their feet and looked back to watch.
Ookiee Wookiee Diggity Do
We have some hard learned advice for you.
Ookie Wookiee Diggity Dee
If you are smart then listen to we.
What do you get when you’re starved of hugs?
Parents don’t love you, hell nobody does.
A butchers a coward by any other name,
Do you think it’s the drugs, to, blame?
(Maybe he was just a tool.)
Ookiee Wookiee Diddly Dar
If you’re not greedy, you could go far
Maybe be a champion too,
Just like you had wanted to do.
(But now you’re through.)
“It was MY turn, he knew it was. He knew it and he went first anyway.” WinterGreen whined and shouted. The Wookiee’s tried to quieten him, they waved him on to follow Indi on this adventure but he would not budge. Snatching at all that surrounded him and wanting it for himself.
“OH Wintergreen!” Cried Miles, turning back with joy in his glassy eyes and he looked on at the fate that befell his friend and mentor. “You’re turning GREEN, WinterGreen!”
Miles grinned and pointed, thrusting a grubby, chewed finger in his direction. The young man seemed filled with delight and forgot himself if only for a moment. When suddenly, Indi was beside him and he drew back the hand he used to point.
“Green eyes, green belly, green inside… Jealousy is a monster that will eat you up.” With a flick of her hand she dismissed the stricken WinterGreen, his fate had been sealed. Defeated by his own envy, forever looking past what was before him to grasp at what was beyond.
“He too was lost, but she will find him.” She seemed to utter those words just for Miles. Who pretended not to notice nor care how close she was to him now.
Ookiee Wookiee Diggity dumb
When you are jealous, you are no fun.
Ookiee Wookiee Diggity Do
We have better options for you.
What do you do when your mentors a twat?
Pampered and preened like a show-mans cat?
Jealousy, envy and sabotage too.
He never wanted what’s best, for, you.
(And deep down you know that)
Ookie Wookie Diggity Dee
If you are wise, listen to Indi.
She is brave and honest and true.
And she’s already beaten you.
(Your mentor too.)
Odd as it were, that the song for WinterGreen was also for Salt. But of course, to Miles that seemed only right. This was all about him after all, it didn’t matter that Indi was the Champion, that it had been Indi who captured not one, but two Championships. That she had lead and guided all who needed her - because he was Miles Salt. And he was Special.
“Where now?” He demanded, as though she were there merely to serve him. Indi in his eyes, seemed to be nothing more than the platter on which his future would be served. But she smiled and coo’d at the pigeon toed little boy. His cheeks pink and flushed with an all too easily fallible aura.
“Where do you want to go?” She offered up the words as a question, but there was no time for him to respond as they stopped at the water's edge. Where that water had come from? Who’s to say, but it was thick and black and deep. Bubbling against the edges of the man made stream that contained it. Atop the bobbing surface lay a perfectly crafted swan boat of sorts, though it was painted as black as a crow.
“There’s no earthly way of knowing,
Which direction this alls going.
There’s no knowing where we’re going.
We’re here ebbing and a-flowing.
Is it holding?
Is it slipping?
Will she rise, or is she slipping?
Not a speck of luck spare going,
And the danger it is, growing.
She walked the fires of ‘hell’ a-glowing.
But is the golden reaper mowing?
Oh the danger is a-growing
And her aura is a-glowing.
Though he seems so hard to shake-up
This next match will be his wake-up.
There’s no earthly way of knowing.
But the universe, she is ALL-Knowing…”
There they were, on the black crow painted swan boat, water slopping and lapping at the sides. A Britney smell of sea and some-what rot nestling in the hairs of his nose. She had, had her say and he was tired of listening.
“I want-“ he tried.
But no, this isn’t his story and not a single ear cared for whatever demand it was he left unsaid, instead, the boat pulled to a stop before the door. The final test, or so he assumed.. As still she wasn’t giving anything away. Just carrying a quiet confidence that had once been missing from the Galactic Starry-Haired Leader of the Bold’s gait.
“I wouldn’t do that if i were you.” She waggled her finger as Salt jumped to his feet, all that he wanted, all he had worked for was just beyond that door…
“No.”
“Wait.”
“Stop.”
But it was no good of course, too headstrong and cocksure he made straight for that door and missed the obvious step along the way. Plunging into the murky depths that surrounded the boat, Miles reached out for help, for anyone to pluck him from the demise he had only himself to blame for.
But like Dakostas and WinterGreen and all who had been denied their ticket; Miles was all alone.
Ookiee Wookiee Diggity Dash
Once you were lucky, now you’re just rash.
Ookiee Wookiee Diggity Drew
Everyone suspects a victory for you.
What do you get when your ego’s so big,
And you’re a selfish bore of a pig?
Stomping your feet and making demands,
Are you ready to catch these hands?
(It’s her turn for a piece of you)
Ookiee Wookiee Miles is dumb
And we all know he sucks his thumb.
Ookie Wookiee Miles will fail
And then undoubtedly, he will wail.
(It’s not fair I want my turn)
“You. Get. NOTHING.” Her voice carried far beyond her lips, echoing off the halls of the place that was hers once more. She had made promises to keep those doors open through her own work, her own sweat, her one Blood. And open the doors would remain.
Beyond that door, the one that Miles had tried so desperately to reach? Was a mirror, floor to ceiling it stretched, way synod the expanse of a single glance. And she stood before it, they both did, her and her. One before the mirror and one behind the eyes.
“I have given all of myself, left pieces of myself in every contest. Miles can attest to that, my tooth nestled beneath his skin. A reminder of what he believes to be a smear on his otherwise clean record. He will gnash and gnaw and tear apart the very body that carts around the thing within, in hopes of toppling me.
Some think he can do it, they choose to forget the muddy footprints left on the ceiling he couldn’t break through last time he stood opposed to me. I won’t pretend that I am unaware of all the backing he has, wherever there is good and light, there will be those that follow darkness and damage. And like a carrier pigeon, he soars forward on the will of another…”
A shimmer, a shudder and that sweet scent from the water returned. Once again in the mirror we see her, a golden ticket to success on each arm. Tickets she did not beg, or borrow or steal.
“There is no, life I know, to compare to pure dedication. Just one look and you’ll see, my hard work and dedication. If you want to see paradise, seek and you’ll find us, there’s nothing to it..” A sweet song-like sentence in the voice so many knew by now.
Eclipsed only by the rolling darkness somewhere behind her, clouding out the mirror until all the remained, were the eyes.
And she who lives behind them.
Ookie Wookiee isn’t it strange,
How so many made no change?
Indi is our champion true
Like she always said she could do.
(Oh and she rules!
Really, rules.)
But Charlie, don’t forget what happened to the man who suddenly got everything he always wanted.
What happened?
He lived happily ever after.