Sburban Living
So, I've been writing this thing based on the comic Homestuck and I really like it so far. I'm posting some of it here to see if you guys like it too.
Sburban Living
Dara Roselli
carnivorousLily has begun trolling you
“Uugghh. What the hell does she waaant?” The girl whined as the chat window pops up. The female troll had appeared a few weeks ago and decided to target her for some hellish reason. It wasn’t even that she was mean or rude; she was more horribly annoying than anything. Especially the way she typed.
CL: H3110 m0r74l.
AN: What the HELL do you want NOW, CL?
CL: Wh44444447? 4 g1rl c4n’7 t4lk t0 h3r fr13nd5 4nym0r3?
AN: …we are not, nor have we ever been, friends.
CL: N0w y0u’r3 ju57 pl4y1ng h4rd 70 g37~]; )
AN: OH MY G-D, ARE YOU HITTING ON ME AGAIN?!
CL: Y0u kn0w y0u l0v3 17~
AN: WHY MUST YOU CREEP ON ME?!
CL: B3c4u53 y0u m4k3 17 50 345y~
AN: LOATHING YOU.
CL: 1 l0v3 y0u 700!
anonymousNerd has just blocked CarnivorousLily
THUNK. THUNK. THUNK. She stopped banging her head on her desk as she started to see stars. She didn’t even know WHO CL is, how could she have gotten her pesterchum handle?
Wait…
Never mind, that was a stupid question. SHE'S ON THE CLIENT LIST. The curly haired girl sighed and pushed away from the computer desk; she'd been sitting there, staring at the screen for far too long. She needed to move around a bit, needed to get some food for sure. The girl grabbed her phone and her roller skates and walked out of her dark room and into the hallway.
“AGH. BRIGHT LIGHTS.” She was blinded for a moment and wobbled, trying to keep away from the stairs. Maybe she should turn the lights on more often; she was becoming day blind.
“DARA! SWEETIE, COME HERE!” The girl-Dara-panicked as she heard her mother call out to her from her sewing room. She probably wanted Dara to try on a new dress she’s making.
OH NO. She'd been trapped like that way too many times before. She crept down the stairs quietly and pulled on her skates before rolling outside. The sun was killing her; she could already feel it burning her pale skin. But it’d be worth it in the long run. She could get some snackage and, hopefully, play her new game when she got home. If it got delivered today.
She'd been waiting for WEEKS for her copy of Sburb to come in; it was killing her. And it didn’t help that Ducky kept talking about it.
Speaking of the crazy duck-boy… Her phone started going off in her pocket; Dara sat down on a bench an brought up the pesterchum app on her phone.
darklydawnsTheduck has begun pestering you
DT: heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Finally you answer me!!!!!!!!!
AN: Yeah, yeah, I’m here. What do you want, duckling?
DT: have you checked your mail yet?!?!!?!!?!? I just got my copy of suburb!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AN: YOU WHAT?! HOW THE HELL DID YOU GET IT BEFORE ME?!
DT: because im awesome~~~~~~~
AN: I should kill you.
DT: just hurry up and check your mail!!!!!!!!! If you got yours you can connect with me and can bring you into the game!!!!!!!!
AN: Okay, hang on and let me eat first!
He’d already gotten his copy of the game! She skated down the street quickly, barely avoiding being struck down by cars as she made her way across the street. Dara pulled out her phone again, bringing up a window to bug her friend Reggie. She had to know if he'd already gotten his too.
anonymousNerd has begun pestering permanentPredicament
AN: I SWEAR IF YOU ALREADY HAVE YOUR COPY OF THE GAME I'M GOING TO KILL YOU TOO.
PP: WAIT. WHAT? WHO THE F*CK HAS THEIR COPY ALREADY?
AN: Ducky! He just messaged me with the news!
PP: GOG D*MNIT. HE ALWAYS GETS THESE F*CKING THINGS FIRST.
AN: I know! I can't believe this...
Dara rolled through the nearest drive through, grabbing a burger and a drink before skating home. She had to check the mail box. She had to check and see if Sburb had arrived. The wait was killing her. She nearly choked on her food as she saw her mother at the mailbox already.
HOLDING THE ENVLOPE WITH HER GAME IN IT.
The pale teen rushed to her mother, tossing what was left of her food in the trash bins on the curb.
“MOMGIMMETHEGAME!!!!” She exclaimed, trying to snatch at the game. Her mother held it just out of her reach.
“Not a chance. You owe me a dress fitting and besides, I still have to give you your present~” Oh. That's right. It was her birthday today, wasn't it? Dara has almost forgotten, except that she really hadn't. How could she, after all, when her friends had the same birthday as her. That was how they'd met after all.
“Can we do the fitting later?” Dara begged, “I REALLY don't want to. You can just give me my present if you want.” Dara's mother sighed and finally agreed to fit the dress on a later date. But she was still getting her present, damnit. She could only hope it was something good. Last year her mother had given her a cat.
That she later realized she was horribly allergic to.
She sighed and took off her skates, pleading to whatever power that was listening for it NOT to be another animal. She was surprised then when her mother presented her with a little blue box.
“…what’s this?”
Her mother just smiled lovingly, “Just open it~”
She obliged her mother and opened the box. Inside was a little silver circular locket, she opened it and saw that inside was a picture of Dara and her mother. It had always been just them; Dara’s father having died before she was born. The pale girl cracked a small smile and put the locket around her neck.
“T-thanks, mom…~” She hugged the woman and took her game off the table where her mother had set it down.
“I’ll have dinner ready soon,” Her mother promised (or rather threatened, seeing how bad a cook she was), “And you’re having a cake this year. You’re 16 now! It’s a special time!”
“Yeah, yeah…” Dara grumbled, heading back to her room. She hated her birthday; she didn’t know why everyone made such a big deal about it. All it meant was that she was another year closer to death; why was that something to celebrate? She couldn’t complain about the presents though. That part she loved. As soon as Dara was back at her computer she brought up Ducky on her pesterchum.
AN: I GOT MY GAME!
DT: awesome!!!!!!!! now hurry and connect so I can bring you in!!!!!!
AN: Okay, just give me a minute. Have you heard from Reggie or Liza yet?
DT: liza yes but reggie not yet!!!!!! but you know that reggie doesn’t like talking to me so im not surprised that I havent heard from him yet…………..
AN: Alright, I’ll try and talk to him as soon as I get the game on my computer.
Dara chewed on her lip as the loading bar crept across the screen, the Sburb house spinning around as it did so. This was probably the most excited she had ever been. The game finally began.
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Okay, that's the first part. Tell me what you think!
Sburban Living
Dara Roselli
carnivorousLily has begun trolling you
“Uugghh. What the hell does she waaant?” The girl whined as the chat window pops up. The female troll had appeared a few weeks ago and decided to target her for some hellish reason. It wasn’t even that she was mean or rude; she was more horribly annoying than anything. Especially the way she typed.
CL: H3110 m0r74l.
AN: What the HELL do you want NOW, CL?
CL: Wh44444447? 4 g1rl c4n’7 t4lk t0 h3r fr13nd5 4nym0r3?
AN: …we are not, nor have we ever been, friends.
CL: N0w y0u’r3 ju57 pl4y1ng h4rd 70 g37~]; )
AN: OH MY G-D, ARE YOU HITTING ON ME AGAIN?!
CL: Y0u kn0w y0u l0v3 17~
AN: WHY MUST YOU CREEP ON ME?!
CL: B3c4u53 y0u m4k3 17 50 345y~
AN: LOATHING YOU.
CL: 1 l0v3 y0u 700!
anonymousNerd has just blocked CarnivorousLily
THUNK. THUNK. THUNK. She stopped banging her head on her desk as she started to see stars. She didn’t even know WHO CL is, how could she have gotten her pesterchum handle?
Wait…
Never mind, that was a stupid question. SHE'S ON THE CLIENT LIST. The curly haired girl sighed and pushed away from the computer desk; she'd been sitting there, staring at the screen for far too long. She needed to move around a bit, needed to get some food for sure. The girl grabbed her phone and her roller skates and walked out of her dark room and into the hallway.
“AGH. BRIGHT LIGHTS.” She was blinded for a moment and wobbled, trying to keep away from the stairs. Maybe she should turn the lights on more often; she was becoming day blind.
“DARA! SWEETIE, COME HERE!” The girl-Dara-panicked as she heard her mother call out to her from her sewing room. She probably wanted Dara to try on a new dress she’s making.
OH NO. She'd been trapped like that way too many times before. She crept down the stairs quietly and pulled on her skates before rolling outside. The sun was killing her; she could already feel it burning her pale skin. But it’d be worth it in the long run. She could get some snackage and, hopefully, play her new game when she got home. If it got delivered today.
She'd been waiting for WEEKS for her copy of Sburb to come in; it was killing her. And it didn’t help that Ducky kept talking about it.
Speaking of the crazy duck-boy… Her phone started going off in her pocket; Dara sat down on a bench an brought up the pesterchum app on her phone.
darklydawnsTheduck has begun pestering you
DT: heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Finally you answer me!!!!!!!!!
AN: Yeah, yeah, I’m here. What do you want, duckling?
DT: have you checked your mail yet?!?!!?!!?!? I just got my copy of suburb!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AN: YOU WHAT?! HOW THE HELL DID YOU GET IT BEFORE ME?!
DT: because im awesome~~~~~~~
AN: I should kill you.
DT: just hurry up and check your mail!!!!!!!!! If you got yours you can connect with me and can bring you into the game!!!!!!!!
AN: Okay, hang on and let me eat first!
He’d already gotten his copy of the game! She skated down the street quickly, barely avoiding being struck down by cars as she made her way across the street. Dara pulled out her phone again, bringing up a window to bug her friend Reggie. She had to know if he'd already gotten his too.
anonymousNerd has begun pestering permanentPredicament
AN: I SWEAR IF YOU ALREADY HAVE YOUR COPY OF THE GAME I'M GOING TO KILL YOU TOO.
PP: WAIT. WHAT? WHO THE F*CK HAS THEIR COPY ALREADY?
AN: Ducky! He just messaged me with the news!
PP: GOG D*MNIT. HE ALWAYS GETS THESE F*CKING THINGS FIRST.
AN: I know! I can't believe this...
Dara rolled through the nearest drive through, grabbing a burger and a drink before skating home. She had to check the mail box. She had to check and see if Sburb had arrived. The wait was killing her. She nearly choked on her food as she saw her mother at the mailbox already.
HOLDING THE ENVLOPE WITH HER GAME IN IT.
The pale teen rushed to her mother, tossing what was left of her food in the trash bins on the curb.
“MOMGIMMETHEGAME!!!!” She exclaimed, trying to snatch at the game. Her mother held it just out of her reach.
“Not a chance. You owe me a dress fitting and besides, I still have to give you your present~” Oh. That's right. It was her birthday today, wasn't it? Dara has almost forgotten, except that she really hadn't. How could she, after all, when her friends had the same birthday as her. That was how they'd met after all.
“Can we do the fitting later?” Dara begged, “I REALLY don't want to. You can just give me my present if you want.” Dara's mother sighed and finally agreed to fit the dress on a later date. But she was still getting her present, damnit. She could only hope it was something good. Last year her mother had given her a cat.
That she later realized she was horribly allergic to.
She sighed and took off her skates, pleading to whatever power that was listening for it NOT to be another animal. She was surprised then when her mother presented her with a little blue box.
“…what’s this?”
Her mother just smiled lovingly, “Just open it~”
She obliged her mother and opened the box. Inside was a little silver circular locket, she opened it and saw that inside was a picture of Dara and her mother. It had always been just them; Dara’s father having died before she was born. The pale girl cracked a small smile and put the locket around her neck.
“T-thanks, mom…~” She hugged the woman and took her game off the table where her mother had set it down.
“I’ll have dinner ready soon,” Her mother promised (or rather threatened, seeing how bad a cook she was), “And you’re having a cake this year. You’re 16 now! It’s a special time!”
“Yeah, yeah…” Dara grumbled, heading back to her room. She hated her birthday; she didn’t know why everyone made such a big deal about it. All it meant was that she was another year closer to death; why was that something to celebrate? She couldn’t complain about the presents though. That part she loved. As soon as Dara was back at her computer she brought up Ducky on her pesterchum.
AN: I GOT MY GAME!
DT: awesome!!!!!!!! now hurry and connect so I can bring you in!!!!!!
AN: Okay, just give me a minute. Have you heard from Reggie or Liza yet?
DT: liza yes but reggie not yet!!!!!! but you know that reggie doesn’t like talking to me so im not surprised that I havent heard from him yet…………..
AN: Alright, I’ll try and talk to him as soon as I get the game on my computer.
Dara chewed on her lip as the loading bar crept across the screen, the Sburb house spinning around as it did so. This was probably the most excited she had ever been. The game finally began.
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Okay, that's the first part. Tell me what you think!