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- >Quiet, tranquil, calm, and at peace.
- >All words you could use to describe night time.
- >However, these are words you could not use to describe the night Moondancer was having.
- >Now, you may be wondering what kind of person Moondancer is.
- "Oh, for fucks sake"
- >There you go
- >Sleep was something that always stayed out of reach of the poor girl.
- >It probably doesn't help she stays up until way after midnight, but after a few weeks of sleeping until noon.
- >Moondancer decided it was time for a change.
- >Unfortunately, so did her new neighbor.
- >The on edge, sleep-deprived girl angrily walked towards the door of her apartment.
- >A booming beat sent vibrations throughout her floor.
- >Almost like a hammer hammering two hammers together.
- >Out of her apartment, she realized the booming was coming a floor above.
- >So despite her better judgement, a confrontation was going to happen.
- >She lifted herself up the stairs, step by step, all the things she was going to say to whoever was keeping her from her much needed sleep.
- >Finally, she was right outside the door.
- >With fire in her heart, she lifted her fist and knocked on the door twice.
- >The thudding continued.
- >She tried again, this time a little louder.
- >Still thudding.
- "Oh fuck this"
- >With tremendous effort (For her) Moondancer pulled back her hand and practically punched the door a few times.
- >The thudding finally came to a stop.
- >A crash of footsteps headed in her direction.
- >Which brought the "real" Moondancer back out.
- "Oh fuck me" she whispered under her breath.
- >The door swung open.
- >And the petite nerd came face to face with what could only be described as a look you'd give when someone tries to destroy you with their mind.
- >Dirty blond hair styled in some weird cross between a mohawk and a pompadour.
- >A grey t-shirt that says "Ask me 'bout my deadlift"
- >And a pair of matching black shorts.
- >The stranger's expression changed slightly as she looked down towards Moondancer.
- >"...Can I help you?" she asked in an extremely snarky tone
- >She blinked her eyes rapidly as if the dust from Moondancer's presence was irritating them.
- >And like that, everything Moondancer rehearsed before had disappeared from her faster than a horse at the glue factory.
- "Uh-uhhhh..." was all her french-fried mind could think of in response.
- "I-I'm Moondancer..." she pinched the sleeve of her sweater.
- >A sigh was heard from the athletic looking stranger.
- >"Hello, Moondancer" she emphasised the name in a harsh tone.
- >The shy, socially stupid girl looked down towards the carpet in the apartment.
- >Out of her perhiphial vision, she saw the girl extending out her arm.
- >She looked up and saw her hand with the palm in an open stance.
- >Confused her gaze turned up towards the stranger's face.
- >She gestured down towards her hand.
- >With some reluctance, Moondancer carefully grabbed her hand.
- >And was met by the ride of her life.
- >Her hand felt like it was going through a trash compactor sideways.
- >"I'm Lightning Dust" she explained as Moondancer was gritting her teeth through the pain.
- >"And as much as I've enjoyed this little..." she pointed her finger back and forth between her and Moondancer.
- >"Whatever this was. I have some important stuff to do" turning around she stepped behind her door preparing to shut it.
- >"Besides, shouldn't you be in bed?"
- >She slammed the door in Moondancer's face.
- >Silence.
- >For a few seconds.
- >Then the loud thudding continued on.
- >Like Moondancer never even knocked on the door to begin with.
- >With a heavy sigh she hung her head low and headed back to her own apartment.
- >Maybe she could drown out the sounds somehow.
- >But she knew that was probably wishful thinking.
- >There's wishful thinking and in Moondancer's case, "Pray to every god in existence and hopefully one of them answers you" thinking.
- >The thudding above her continued on through the night.
- >No amount of pillows, or blankets, repeated head butts to a nearby wall would make it stop.
- >Resistance was futile.
- >That is until it just stopped on its own.
- >The sound of nothing never sounded more beautiful.
- >Her eyelids began to close as her body relaxed in bed.
- >Soon she would be in dreamland.
- "BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP"
- >But it looks like her flight has been delayed.
- >With a jolt, the frightened and still pissed off nerd girl looked to her side.
- >There on her bedside table was her phone, blaring an alarm she had set.
- >For 6AM
- >The dawn was just about to break through a nearby window.
- >Which meant the night had past.
- "Oh fuck me" she put her hands over her heavy eyes and groaned.
- >No amount of wishing that Lightning Dust would spontaneously combust would get her night back, but it comforted her nonetheless.
- >She would just have to try to fix her sleep schedule tomorrow.
- >Like she's been telling herself all week.
- >Fingers crossed.
- >To make up for the lack of sleep the previous night.
- >Moondancer decided to attempt something that filled her to the brim with dread.
- >She was going to go out in public.
- >Specifically to a coffee shop down the block.
- >After all she couldn't spend another day lying around her apartment doing nothing with the upmost precision.
- >Even though she was really well rounded on the subject.
- >The anxiety was pooling in her stomach as she left the comfort of her home.
- "You can do this Moondancer"
- "Don't be a fucking puss you can do this" her thoughts trying to motivate her by any means.
- >And without warning, she found herself before the mighty behemoth called "Twig's Coffee House"
- "Huh, lot closer than I remembered" she spoke out loud.
- >Shrugging she pushed open the see-through glass door and was greeted by a terrifying noise.
- >The sound of people.
- >Crowds never sat well with Moondancer.
- >She was scared of people, but she was pretty sure the feeling was mutual.
- >"Miss?"
- >"Miss are you ready to order?"
- >Moondancer's blood went cold as she looked around to see where the voice was coming from.
- >A shiver went down her spine as she made contact with the cashier behind the counter.
- >She was staring at her with waiting eyes.
- >Instinctly she shuffled towards the counter but kept her distance.
- >Her eyes were glued to the floor.
- "Umm..ca-can I get a-" she started to squeak out.
- >"I'm sorry hun but could you speak up a bit?" the cashier interrupted.
- >Moondancer's face grew as hot as lava and as red as spicy ketchup.
- >Her legs were shaking as her hands were fidgeting with the sleeve.
- "C-Can...I g-get a va-va-va-"
- >"Speak up a little more please it's quite loud in here today."
- >This was Moondancer's worst nightmares given life.
- >Her hell was being made before her eyes.
- >A piece of something inside herself had had enough however.
- >For Moondancer felt a fire inside her chest and found the courage to say.
- "Vanilla Latte!"
- >Only she didn't say it, she shouted it.
- >The cashier lady looked taken aback, but she's no doubt dealt with worse.
- >She just let it roll off her.
- >Moondancer's eyes went wide as she covered her mouth with her profusely sweating hands.
- >"Would you like that regular or large?" the lady's question burned a hole inside Moondancer's brain.
- "La-Large ple-ple-"
- >"Okie doke, that will be 4.37!" the lady behind the counter happily said.
- >With shaking hands, Moondancer pulled out her purse and retrieved a very crumpled up five dollar bill from its confines.
- >She dropped it on the counter.
- >"Out of a five"
- >"So that means sixty-three cents is your change!"
- >Her hand appeared out of the corner of Moondancer's eye with her change.
- >Awkwardly, she cupped her hands together and held them out.
- >The cashier carefully dumped the coins into her palms.
- >"Can I get a name for the order?" she asked politley.
- "O-Oh, uhh...M-Moondancer" she tried to add some oomph to her voice so she hopefully wouldn't have to repeat herself.
- >"Gotcha, we'll call you up when it's ready okay?" she then turned away to do more cashier type things.
- >Leaving Moondancer standing in the middle of the shop, alone with her thoughts.
- >And it felt like there were thousands upon thousands to sort through.
- >They were starting to become overwhelming.
- >However, she closed her eyes and thought of a song.
- >It always managed to keep her grounded and calm.
- >And this time was no different.
- >Moondancer was finally relaxed in public.
- >"Vanilla latte for..." she heard being called out.
- >"Moon...prancer?"
- "...Close enough" thought the now re-stressed coffee junkie.
- >She made a beeline towards the person holding her treat.
- >"Enjoy your beverage!"
- >And like a person with Parkingson's attempting to juggle, she really dropped the ball on this one.
- "Y-You t-too" she faux pas'd
- >And as she turned around to escape this torment, she ran face first into the chest of some stranger.
- >Knocking her flat on her ass, and whoever she ran into flat on their ass.
- >Her drink had flown from her hand and out the door as someone was coming in.
- >Moondancer watched as an onslaught of cars of different shapes and sizes demolished her vanilla tasting treat.
- "It's okay Moondancer, just think of your happy song" she thought as she tried to ignore the countless eyes on her.
- >"Making all his nowhere plans for nobody"
- >Strangely enough, her calm song was a lot louder than she remembered.
- >That's when Moondancer looked up at the other person sitting on the floor.
- >Lightning Dust.
- >"He's as blind as he can be"
- >Still Moondancer could hear her song a lot clearer.
- >As if it were playing out loud.
- >Lightning Dust looked down and saw her phone right next to her.
- >Her headphones were to her other side.
- >Seeing Lightning Dust's usually scowling face grimace caused a light bulb to appear over Moondancer's head.
- >Murmurs were starting in the crowd as the baristas behind the counter were seeing what the commotion was.
- >But, true to her name, Lightning scooped up her belongings and barreled out the door.
- >Leaving behind a confused crowd, a trail of dust, and an even more confused Moondancer.
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