Tumblr | Mood | Music "The moon is a mysterious wonder. I too keep track of its cycles, but for different purposes."I wonder why... "Yoga is best for the body and the soul. It is a very spiritual for of exercise, meant for form and figure rather than weight loss. I highly recommend it. I practice it most every day. In one way or another."I didn't say I needed to lose weight, I don't need to... wait. Was that supposed to be a sex joke? "Is there anything you wish to know in particular?"How the fuck do I get out of your body"Why do you keep track of lunar cycles?" Bronagh forced out before her brain came up with something horrible. She had no reason to dislike this girl, but if given time Bronagh could find a way to hate anyone."And, you don't have to, but could you tell me a little about yourself?"
Tumblr | Mood | MusicBronagh felt kind of like a puppy following Marina, but she didn't walk as she felt, she walked the way she normally would walk, but kept forgetting how she was taller than she normally was because she wasn't in her body.Bronagh watched Marina text and realized she didn't have her phone, and that Marina wouldn't either unless she took it with her from the bed, which she doubted. Bronagh instead looked at the piece of paper she still had in her hand. It didn't feel like something she would do, but she wanted to know if there was some reward to it...After I'm back in my body... I'll worry about everything once I am back in my body.Bronagh looked up at the sky, it was night at this point and she saw the moon and smiled, "Waxing crescent moon, best time in the cycle to start a new adventure... or start something new." Bronagh smiled at it then looked back at Marina, not knowing if she was paying attention or not, she just needed to talk, "This wasn't what I had in mind when I marked the calender for this lunar cycle. I wanted to try some form of exercise, like yoga. Or I wanted to try grounding stones.... which seems kind of silly if I'm walking around with a pouch of rocks..."
Tumblr | Mood | Music "It would be best of you to remember that. Now, I first wish to know whether or not you were in attendance to that meeting?"This has to be a joke that wasn't a dream either?"If not, then we have much to discuss. I do know that this will not last. It is only temporary, but I am ill-informed as to the length of our tenancies in one another's bodies."This better be temporary or I am going to drive myself insane... at least mentally."As much as the idea displeases me, I feel it would be best if we-" She watched her struggle to finish her sentence, "if we stuck together. My apologies. I do not take company in other women very often. The notion of such will take some adjusting to.""The meeting." Something told her she was talking about the same meeting they were just in, "Yes, I was at the meeting." Bronagh went silent for a bit, which wasn't uncommon for her, but she felt as though she almost shut down, then she spoke again, "It probably is best... and that's fine. I don't exactly, talk to people really."Bronagh stood up in the unfamiliar body, she just needed to stand, it was an urge. She walked away from Marina, and put her hand on her forehead, "This is because of the email, isn't it. It's not fake. It is real..."Bronagh wanted to cry, but she held it in. She wanted to be back in her own body before she started to get over emotional. She turned back to Marina and wanted to speak, but didn't have anything to say.
Tumblr | Mood | Music Bronagh had been slapped in the face before, it was nothing new, let alone a sanity slap. But the fact that it was her body slapping her felt wrong. She rubbed her face and was about to speak before she was interrupted by the girl. "You must calm down. This is really happening and you are not going insane."This can't actually be happening, this must be a dream..."My name is Marina and that is my body. I can only assume this one belongs to you?" She sat down after she was motioned to, she was trying to compose herself, and was doing pretty well for herself. "Is someone in there?"Bronagh was going to answer, because the answer was a clear yes. But she couldn't even speak before the other girl had, "My apologies for slapping you, but it seemed like the most rational way to get you to calm down. Oh, and that dress probably costs more than your entire existence, so it would be wise to not ruin it."Bronagh breathed in and spoke, attempting to answer everything in a calm voice, "It's fine, I needed to be slapped anyway, I'm just sorry you had to slap yourself... My name is Bronagh and yes, that is my body. There is someone in there, a boy actually. And I'll make sure not to ruin your dress..."This dress is really uncomfortable, why is it such an odd material...
Tumblr | Mood | Music Bronagh sat in the quiet for a few minutes. She had found the clothes that belonged to the person she was inhabiting and put them on, when she was finished she waited.The slamming on the door wasn't unexpected, what was unexpected was her voice screaming, "Hey! Let me in! I will break the door down otherwise!!"Bronagh quickly ran to the door and opened it, she stared in shock at her, or her body that was right in front of her. She looked agitated and deserved to be, but she looked very winded. She kept the door opened and backed away saying in a high pitched sing song voice that wasn't her own and probably not this person's either because of how forced it was, "Please tell me this isn't really happening. I am going insane!"
Tumblr | Mood | MusicBronagh took the letter and opened it, the contents inside didn't interest but she didn't dismiss the thought. Bronagh felt her eyes open and immediately she felt cold. Cold for her usual feeling when she is sleeping. She felt a piece of paper in her hand and she felt, different.Bronagh turned her head naturally to the right like she normally would when she woke up and her eyes froze onto the figure next to her. She didn't move for a long while before she found herself panicking. Spoiler: Obvious thoughts... THERE IS A NAKED MAN SLEEPING NEXT TO ME! Bronagh jumped up quickly suppressing a scream and backed away from the bed. She felt taller, then she realized she was taller. Spoiler: Obvious thoughts... I am not in my room... WHERE THE FUCK AM I? Bronagh quickly looked around for a mirror, which she found in the bathroomBronagh held in a scream again, not because she found the body ugly, but because it wasn't her body. This was an older stranger, and now she was the older stranger."This can't be right, I'm not in a dr- that's not my voice. I'm not surprised but... oh my god..." Bronagh whispered to herself as she ran out of the bathroom. She didn't know if she was at dorms or not, and she was terrified.Oh my god what is happening to meBronagh didn't know what to do, she only hoped that somehow by chance this was a body-swap, and that the other person was in her body and knew exactly where she was. They appeared to be older, relatively smarter.Oh my god DAD, what is happening to me.
Help I'm trapped at school and can't get out... :(
Tumblr | Mood | Music Bronagh sat there for a while, she found humor in this dream. It was almost like a reality show, except this would be the only one she'd actually watch if that were the case. She noticed the state the other different people were in, and she decided she would just play along with the dream.Questions... I could ask many questions... but they wouldn't exactly help me... "...you say you need a winner to this game...." Bronagh took a breath and spoke out immediately after, "What exactly is this game... and how do you win?" She got quiet for a little longer, then asked another question, but this one for some reason popped in her head when she remembered the email, "And... when you say you have to kill all but one... do you mean just us in this room or... everyone in total?"After she asked, she felt cold. She felt really cold and for some reason scared. After those two questions rang out, something inside her finally told her there was more going on than just a dream.Bronagh no. You need to stop over-dramatizing this....I'm not over-dramatizing anything...Bronagh found herself looking down at the table, and couldn't stop staring at the table. There was something about looking down at her world that felt off to her... very off.pawns.... Bronagh's head shot up and spoke louder than her other questions, although it was still indoor volume, "Pawns, like a game board piece? What do you mean "please don't take it personally" you just called me, and everyone else here a chess piece... actually, the smallest piece on a chess boa-"Bronagh went quiet immediately, cutting herself off. She felt like her questions had gone from reasonable to absolutely insane and unneeded.
Username: cstar7777 Doll's Name: Mona Doll: Spoiler
Tumblr | Mood | MusicBronagh felt something odd, or more so off, as she had continued writing. Although she had blacked out for a few minutes, she came to in a different room. She looked around and didn't really speak, but instead laughed in her mind at where she was. Now this was a creative place for a dream. She looked around at the walls, they were clear, no... they were white. She kept looking around at it's odd design and went to move before she realized she was sitting down. Although she didn't know why, she figured this dream was playing out on it's own.Maybe I'm supposed to be a spy... or dead and this is the judgement room. Either way, I like it...She still felt off inside, but she ignored it. She instead took a deep breath and whispered, "Maybe this will be better than the last two..."
Tumblr | Mood | MusicBronagh threw the letter into the dorm mailbox and went back to her room.Man I haven't checked my phone in God knows how long...When she walked into her room she reached into her pocket and was shocked to feel her phone missing, then she groaned and turned towards the corner to see the stuffed animal with the phone in it's lap. She walked to the other side of the room and grabbed a pair of kitchen tongs out of a drawer and closed her eyes and tried to grab the phone.When she felt it catch something, she pulled it up and brought it to her. She opened her eyes and screamed in horror(as though to a spider) as she threw it across the room, staring at it as it flew into the window and landed on its side on the table and slowly slipped off onto one of the chairs.Bronagh shivered as she picked up her phone and put the tongs back in the drawer and started to read some of her messages. She sat on her bed and texted her mom. Spoiler: To Mom Hey, I'm sorry I haven't messaged. I've been sick and really didn't want to message. Bronagh ignored the message from Shadow and figured her mother would tell her aunt about her being sick(considering she lived there). When she was done replying to other smaller emails she sat up and yawned.Wow, I haven't done anything eventful in a while... I'm bored... Bronagh took a quick shower then took a brush to her head and tried to fix hair. When she was done she decided she would lie down and write. She didn't continue to Tree story, instead she started a new one. As she wrote she realized she still hadn't formally introduced herself to her roommate and felt sad. She also felt bad because of the shock she had gone into when trying to eat her food.She wrote a note back to Eleanora, because she wanted her to know that she did enjoy the food she had made. Spoiler: To Eleanora Thank you so much for leaving the food the other day. I really enjoyed it. I'm really sorry I have yet to really talk to you. I hope we can be more acquainted then through little notes. -Bronagh ps. I'm sorry about the random giraffe that keeps moving in the room... it's my mom's giraffe Georgey... this is going to sound odd but he and I are mortal enemies... I really hate the stupid giraffe. To be honest I'm afraid of him... I'll tell you why I'm afraid of giraffes if I ever talk to you, but if you ever find Georgey on your bed, it's probably because I threw him across the room freaking out Bronagh put the note in the same place she had earlier and went back to writing her story. She didn't pass out because of all the energy she had, she just ended up writing throughout the night.ooc: interruptions allowed but it can just be her closer for the day if she isn't interrupted(look she was sick for a day, I'd stay up all night writing too)
Tumblr | Mood | Music"Ugh..." Bronagh complained as she sat up. She wasn't able to sleep well at all due to headaches or throwing up, but after a couple hours she figured there was nothing left in her system to regurgitate. She sat up and emptied her salad bowl in the toilet and flushed it, then cleaned it out in the sink and put it away.She went over and pulled out some bread and made some toast, then got herself a couple glasses of water and sat down. She reached into her pocket to grab her friend's letter and was in shock to see it wasn't there. She looked around freaking out until she saw it on the floor and picked it up. She read over and looked at the huge note she had left on the bottom and laughed."Why the heck did I lie to her... I could just tell her about it..."Do not tell anyone outside from people experiencing the same thing.BRONAGH IT'S JUST A LOAD OF SHIT. WHY THE HELL ARE YOU FREAKING OUT OVER IT.SHE FREAKS OUT OVER LITTLE THINGS. SHE'D TELL EVERY JACK AND JILL SHE SEESTHAT'S FINE. IT'S A LOAD. OF. SHITDID YOU EVER THINK MAYBE IT IS REAL?BRONAGH YOU ARE OVER DRAMATIC.Bronagh looked at the message for a few minutes. She really wanted to tell her everything. It sounded ridiculous and fake, but what if it really was real.... what if the letter wasn't a load of shit... but it had to be. The fact that people on the email list died was just mere coincidence.Coincidence? At their age. They were YOUNG. It's not like they were the troublemakers either.Bronagh found herself erasing, rewriting, and re-erasing the note multiple times before she told herself.She wouldn't lie to me in this situation... she would tell me everything... also... I am a writer... she might think what I'm saying is a load of bologna anyway..."That's it!" Spoiler: "Listen hun" revised I need to tell you something, and this is gonna sound crazy... because it is, and it is obviously fake. In fact, go ahead and think of it as a plot to a story I'm writing... because it is. I got a spam email, a few days ago... well I read it a few days ago, it was sent to me a while ago. It said I had 100 days to live... isn't that a load of crud? Well, that means I have less than 90 days to live(I'd say near the mid-80's), and I'm gonna go through it as though I have to make each moment count. Hey, if writing is an art form, then like any other piece of art, the death of the artist makes it worth more. I miss you. "I need to use that last line again somewhere...." Bronagh whispered as she sealed the envelope and stamped it."If writing is an art form, then like any other piece of art, the death of the artist makes it worth more." Bronagh spoke out loud as she heard the toaster pop up and she grabbed her toast and ate it, drinking tiny sips of water.When she was done, she walked out of room and headed towards the mailbox with the letter, hoping to send it out so it could get to her friend.
Tumblr | Mood | MusicBronagh had sat for a while on the bench, then decided she would go back to her room to get an envelope and a stamp so she could send the letter to her friend. She got up and walked a few steps before she felt lightheaded.She grabbed her head and felt a headache start, then before she could make it anywhere she found herself running to a trash barrel she saw in the distance. When she got to it she leaned her head in and threw up.Ugh this is not okay...A couple of people were walking by and saw her there, one walked up to her and spoke concerned, "Hey, are you alright?"Bronagh looked up to speak to them and said, "Yeah yeah! I'm fine. I think I jus- oh no."Bronagh threw up again into the trash again and the person tilted their head at her"Do you want me to help you get to your dorm?"Bronagh looked up and shook her head, "No but thank you.""Are you sure?""Yes, I appreciate the offer though."Bronagh walked back to her room on her own, holding her stomach the whole way. When she got back in the room she ran to the bathroom and threw up again. She went into her bag and looked to see if she had any medicine, but couldn't find anything for... whatever she had.Bronagh sighed in defeat and grabbed a salad bowl from a cabinet and put it next to her bed. Her letter fell out of her pocket and onto the floor and she heard her phone ring it's home ringtone and she pulled it out of her pocket and went to answer it, but hung it up immediately after.The phone kept ringing and ringing as she tried to lie down. To the point where she shut it off and threw it across the room. Which to her dismay landed in the lap of the giraffe stuffed animal, "Son of a- forget it, I'll deal with you later."
Tumblr | Mood | Music Bronagh had finished her food at that point and was cleaning her room listening to audio messages left on her phone. Most were her mother, which by no surprise, included a drunk sobbing 37 year old crying "I'm sorry" into the phone. When she was done she had gotten herself a glass of water and got an email. Spoiler: Email Miss Williamson, you have mail waiting for you at the desk "Oh I forgot about that." She whispered to herself as she got dressed, brushed up her hair, put on her hat and left the room with everything she usually took with her. She went and got her mail, which had a new credit card, but she also got something else.She went outside and sat on a bench she found, she really had no idea where she was at that point, and she opened up letter. Spoiler: Letter Hey Bronagh~ How have you been? I haven't heard from you in forever and I know you prefer writing to phone calls so let us do this the old fashioned way! So my dog died, I'm a bit sad because of how long I had him. You remember? It was the Newfoundland. He's in a better place though. So I heard through the grapevine about Bellhurst, tough. But at least you get to dorm and stay away from meanie Rosemarie your mother. Make sure to write me back and tell me about what happened to ya! Miss you Nagh~ Bronagh smiled because it was a letter from her best friend, which was something she really needed. She pulled out a sheet of paper and wrote out something in reply. Spoiler: Bronagh's Reply Hi! I'm doing fine, I'm sorry I haven't gotten to you earlier about everything. Nothing really had happened other than the Bellhurst incident, but I did have a family funeral to go to. My uncle Cody died. I'm still doing gardening and all that stuff, at home I had just turned the soil so it was read for the spring. Bronagh sat there looking at the letter for a few minutes, and realized how much pain her friend might be in... IF she does die within the 100 days she was threatened... but... she didn't know how to tell her... but she found herself penning something down. Spoiler: Listen hun. I need you to keep a secret for me okay. About a week or two ago I kind of became a daredevil. I realized after my uncle died that we really do have short lives don't we? So I figured while I'm young I'm going to live my life to the fullest, starting with the stupid stuff. I haven't told my mother because she would DEFINITELY say "no" but this phase is going to be quick anyway... I have stuff scheduled for about 100 days which has already started. I want you to know that a lot of these stunts are life threatening. Yes, you heard me right. If I do die, within that time span, it's definitely my fault because I failed to listen to safety instructions or something. If I don't, then yay! But I want you to know because I know how hurt you get. I pretty much signed my own death warrant but it's going to expire. I'll be okay, but I want you to know this. And DON'T TELL ANYONE. please. I miss you. Bronagh folded up the letter and put in her pocket so she could send it out to her as soon as she could. She found herself looking up at the sky again and at the clouds. Well Dad... Aren't I the daredevil...
Oh okay, that makes sense now.
I'm sorry but that was really confusing....
hm, really? What is a cypher actually? I don't know.
No, I don't mind. I went and saw the poem. I honestly am not sure what the method was to making it this way was but I did like it. So it's fine.
Tumblr | Mood | Music Spoiler: What had happened I wasn't sick. I probably wasn't close. I don't get stressed out to easily either, I just kind of shut down. I remembered not being able to move, and I kind of blacked out at one point. I was actually really excited to talk to Eleanora, I thought I'd finally make some form of friend after all the crap I had gone through for so long... but I don't even know now... Bronagh woke up, but she hadn't had a dream this time. Instead she had just slept, but she didn't know how she ended up in bed. She sat up fast and looked around, it was morning. She got out of bed and felt her stomach rumble, and realized she hadn't eaten in a day at this point.She walked over to the fridge praying that there was some form of leftovers from Eleanora's cooking, and was relieved to see a plate of food wrapped in saran wrap. She took off the cover and heated it up on the stove(because she hated using the microwave when it wasn't needed) and she put it back on the plate, and sat at the table and started to eat.Oh my god this is good, it must have been so much better fresh...She felt her phone vibrate and she looked at her messages and saw all the calls and texts she had missed within the past two days. She really didn't want to message back, but she read each of them anyway. Spoiler: Text messages Bronagh ignored the messages, knowing that so they don't report a stolen kid to the cops or something. That's when she got an email from another student. Spoiler Dude, does anyone else see all the cops on campus? What the hell did Bellhurst do this time? Classes haven't even started yet! Spoiler Reply from other student: Don't the school have their own rangers anyway? Bronagh sat there confused for a second before looking down at another email. Spoiler Yo Bronagh, I haven't seen you around at all, why don't you head to the party tonight? "What party?!" She said out loud not knowing if her roommate was or wasn't in the room at the time. She hadn't really cared either.
Tumblr | Mood | Musicooc: ugh, school... maybe I'll check up on this in spanish... if I'm not dead(thanks for marking me momo)It took Bronagh a second to really get what was going on because she wasn't used to waking up to a breakfast made for her, or at least she wasn't as much as she used to."I know it's a bit late, but I made you something... Feel free to help yourself!"After that she realized how hungry she was, she rubbed her head for a second(Which was hopelessly snarled due to bedhead) and stepped out of bed, "Thank you very much. You really didn't have to..."As she walked up to the table she forced her hair into a messy ponytail and laughed, "And it can't be too late. I'm just waking up."She found herself sitting down rather nervously in the chair and sat there not eating yet, it wasn't exactly meant to be insulting although it could have come across that way. She just had trouble gripping the fork.
