- Aug 9, 2016
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Penelope was kind of excited. Someone had drawn her sigil on their foreheads, and by the look she had gotten through it, it was a student living on campus. Now what on Earth could a student want with her?She had been in the dream for a little while before she made her grand entrance. She wanted to get to know her new little friend before she introduced herself. He had a different name, but the one he was going by on the island was Ash. Adorable.
Whatever he had been dreaming before, it didn't matter. All of that faded away, images and scenery dissolving into television screen static. Only the static was made up of countless eyes, red, black, and white, all accompanied by that awful hissing noise.
When the scene changed again, it was a crowded rock concert, the kind of underground thing kids went to to buck authority. Set supposedly in an abandoned warehouse. On stage was a band all dressed in grunge clothes. A tattered sign above them read P[sup]2[/sup] in blood red ink.
The lead singer was a teenager girl with half of her shock white hair shaved and a pair of spiked goggles on her forehead. Her clothes were all leather and fishnets and spikes and she wore a Devil-may-care smile.
"GOOD EVENING, ASH COLEMAN!" She shouted into the microphone, a little feedback playing with her voice. As soon as she spoke the crowd vanished, leaving Ash alone in the mostly empty warehouse.
"We're taking requests right now, dollface. What can I do ya for?"