https://rosemadi.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/07/1-17-1.mp4 “No, we have a couple of days left,” Jioni reasoned. “And we’d look terrible in orange.” “Speak for yourself. Orange looks quite nice on me,” Hippie Girl replied. She slumped, defeated where she sat. “Ok, maybe you’re right.” Both sat patient for a while. The wind was now loud to the point where it …
https://rosemadi.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/07/1-16.mp4 “The only thing?” Hippie Girl asked. “Your parents didn’t give you any GeoCreds?” “That ran out a long time ago.” Jioni sat down in a plastic chair. The seat appeared yellow and nearly falling apart from her weight. Metal objects scattered around it, so she moved them with her feet as she sat. Everything …
https://rosemadi.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/07/1-15_.mp4 “Yes, hi!” Jioni replied, clearing her throat. “I have something pretty cool, something you can’t pass up. You’d be a fool to let this item go.” “Oh yeah?” Hippie Girl folded her arms. “Let me see it.” Jioni pulled out the flannel balled up in her arms. She promptly opened it up and displayed …
https://rosemadi.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/07/1-14.mov This alley was different from the rest of the town: Bohemian tapestries were everywhere, accompanied by frankensteined together, provisional weapons. These metal objects littered the floor; They appeared rusted and displayed with no organization planned—Conduits welded to blades, crowbars attached to saws—and other metal objects that had no business being bound together. Hippie Girl …
https://rosemadi.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/07/1-13__.mp4 In her pain, Jioni had no animosity toward this rat. She struggled to get up and found herself seated once more. Jioni couldn’t help but notice how it was able to defend itself against others while she couldn’t fight against Mac. The rodent’s weapon wasn’t shiny or new either, so Jioni’s eyebrows lowered, and …
https://rosemadi.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/07/1-12__.mov To her side the mutant that was still there. Jioni didn’t know which eye to focus on—the two at the top or the one on its forehead—despite being a rat of some kind, she made the ill decision to compare herself to it. Jioni sat up straight and stared at it. The rat didn’t …
“I don’t want to fight you,” Jioni said as she rocked back and forth. “You should stop whatever you’re doing.” Mac held his stomach with tears in his eyes. “Fight me? I know you won’t.” Jioni held the lance higher and took a step closer. “And that stance, your posture, oh, that’s embarrassing,” Mac said …
https://rosemadi.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/07/1-10-1.mov Jioni observed the lance. It was nice only because it was new; she rarely saw anything new. Not a single scratch or dent on it–a true oddity in these times. She held the weapon white-knuckled and incensed, amazed at its beauty–It should be hers instead. Jioni was urged to run off and practice with …
https://rosemadi.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/07/1-9-1.mp4 “Mac, you’re better than this,” Jioni said. “Jonesy, I’m just testing out my new Junior Agent lance,” Mac said, showing it off in his hand. “Isn’t it nice?” The weapon made Jioni burn with envy, and it must’ve shown because Mac responded with an even wider smile. But Jioni’s attention shifted to the sound …
https://rosemadi.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/07/1-8.mov As Jioni slowed her run to a jog, several distinct sounds bounce off the brick walls: Squeaks, footsteps, and shuffles—none seemed natural. Something different from the typical empty silence. Jioni didn’t turn around. Whatever made those dreaded noises ahead couldn’t be worse than confronting LaMesha again. Jioni got closer—the sound got louder. In time, …
