ELEKTRODIAMONDS [/closed]

[CEDRIC JIANG]

It's evening already, the sky's been dyed a Utopian sort of navy-oyster hue. Yet the street's still filled with all kinds of kinetics - aeros, aquas, terras, electros, those dreaded pyros - and silence often found at 2:00 AM was killed, shoved into a pit of temporary death by the hustle and bustle of the Southern City. One did not have to strain one's ears to be able to hear all the noise polluting the city: screeches, shrieks, chuckles, giggles, screams, not to mention all those dirty, vulgar, virgin-abusing moans and groans; every thing whirled like pieces of a splintered orchestra, nothing seemed at peace. Adrenaline filled this madcap metropolitan in the south like stereophonic monkeys.

In the distance, tucked far away in the corner of a barely semi-quiet bookstore, Cedric Jiang pressed his shoulder even harder against the slightly cracked wall. It was unbearable, it was crazy, unacceptable - of all places, shouldn't a bookstore be free of any possible noise? A broken shiver slid down his spine as yet another high-pitched laugh erupted from a mini-skirt-clad schoolgirl over at the far end of the store. Really, what had this part of the city become, a marketplace? A tiny root of nostalgia shot out of his guts; he could still remember those peaceful days when he was much, much younger: days where he would daze about in the exact same bookstore whenever deranged noises became to much for him to bear; the store used to be silent, now it was just... he couldn't even.

The high-pitched laugh exploded again, and the black-haired boy turned his head to a side. Subsequently his eyes caught sight of the tiny crack in the wall, and for a while, just a short while, the entire universe seemed to be falling apart. This wall that had supported his body, that had watched him grow from toddler to adolescent, this wall that had been completely, beautifully flawless was now an uneven beast - the effect of a microscopic crack was enough to blow Cedric's mind into oblivion. There was nothing good about this wall now.

Nonetheless, the being that once took admiration in such perfection still had a reasonable amount of sensibility in him, was also subject to guilt and, more importantly, that obstinate, nostalgic spark. Brows narrowing, forehead forming wrinkles, Cedric's back pushed heavily back to the wall, clean-white shirt and skin smothering against the wall in desperate attempt to conceal the ugly truth; he was hiding the crack now, the subconscious stubbornhead in him was straining to pretend, to act - there must be a way to distract him from the crack -

A sharp sigh broke through his lips as he flung the paperback book in his hands - some random publication about Jack the Ripper and dead fetuses and a long-gone British woman who seemingly gave birth to bunny-like monster babies. The book landed too peacefully on the floor. He pushed himself up, eyes trying not to even glance at the crack, before glaring down at the book and giving it a retrained kick -

No, don't. It's not my property.

He couldn't hear the noise anymore, not even the high-pitched laugh. The atmosphere, even the sound of irritation itself was muffled as he bent down to retrieve the book, the muscles under his left eye twitching in vexation at the little dent he himself had created with that stupid kick of his. Darn it, nothing was right today, nothing, nothing, nothing.

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Tag: Isaac
Muse: Qiu's mood is even worse than Cedric's. This amazingly boosts Cedric Muse.
Music: ...Taylor Swift's Love Story - no, don't laugh. Please.