YEAR: 2041
YEAR: 2041-2042
YEAR: 2042
YEAR: 2042
Post by ZOE CARVER on Mar 9, 2020 17:42:11 GMT -5
You say sorry just for show
if you live like that, you live with ghosts
if you love like that, blood runs cold
if you live like that, you live with ghosts
if you love like that, blood runs cold
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[attr="class","nthlftsybdytxt1"]It literally felt as if poison was being poured into her ear. Zoe did her best to plaster a smile upon her face, but there was only so much of this that she could take. As soon as there was a break in the running tirade, Zoe cleared her throat. "Sorry. When you've got to go, you've got to go," said Zoe as she rose from her seat. Because right now, she had to go. Not necessarily to the restroom, but away from that seat and all that drivel. She never knew that someone could harbor such hate. All she knew, was that if she sat back down in that seat she was going to let that bigot have it. It was as if he hated everything.
If you were a magical being of any sort, he had a problem. If you practiced a different religion, he had a power. If you weren't heterosexual and a fair-skinned Brit, he had a problem with you. She was pretty sure that he had insulted her to her face. Which was easily part of the reason that Zoe had excused herself. She hovered outside the restroom door, searching for a vacant seat. Twice someone approached to see if she were waiting on the bathroom, and she waved them on past. She simply knew that she didn't care very much for enduring the rest of the train ride beside that jerk. Or committing a homicide even though it'd probably be considered a public service.
Another long sigh left Zoe's lips. As she turned, she found herself nearly colliding with someone else. "Oh, sorry," she promptly apologized, still in no real rush to get back to her seat.
If you were a magical being of any sort, he had a problem. If you practiced a different religion, he had a power. If you weren't heterosexual and a fair-skinned Brit, he had a problem with you. She was pretty sure that he had insulted her to her face. Which was easily part of the reason that Zoe had excused herself. She hovered outside the restroom door, searching for a vacant seat. Twice someone approached to see if she were waiting on the bathroom, and she waved them on past. She simply knew that she didn't care very much for enduring the rest of the train ride beside that jerk. Or committing a homicide even though it'd probably be considered a public service.
Another long sigh left Zoe's lips. As she turned, she found herself nearly colliding with someone else. "Oh, sorry," she promptly apologized, still in no real rush to get back to her seat.
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