Ava Elisabeth

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9/14/2018 3:12pm

Dear Diary,

Julio and Caroline take turns trading shifts between the diner and The Capricious Canoe. A fact I was incredibly frightened by when I stepped into moody neon glow of the antiques shop to see Caroline sitting under one of the signs. Her swath of kinky curls atop her head casting a witchy shine onto her dark skin.
I jumped in fear and she looked up from the book she was reading with a little laugh, "Oh! I hope I didn't startle ya, hon"
I pressed a laugh out of my lungs. She placed a soft silky ribbon into her book and placed it down on the counter. She smiled than glanced behind me to a beautifully caved grandfather clock.
She sashayed from behind the counter, her a-line dress swinging softly.
"Julio and me take turns,"She grabbed her apron of a hook and pulled a key out of her pockets, "The owner of this place is a shut in, but pays well. I don't know how though. You're the first customer in months,"
"It's rather interesting. All this neon?" I said, not exactly asking a question.
"I suppose so," She laughed glancing at the sign behind her, "it creates quite the image doesn't it?" She said, not exactly asking a question.
She looked me up and down.
Okay, Diary, you're imagining it wrong. It wasn't a judgement look. Imagine it again.
Oh my god no, you're disgusting! It was like a warm hug. Try again.
Are you kidding me? Okay whatever never mind you won't get it. I'll just rephrase it.
She glanced at me with a smile, "I'll be right back hon, I've gotta feed the owner's cat. You can look around and such,"
And she walked off, key in hand.
I stood alone there for a moment. But it was too scary.
No,no,no, not like SCARY scary. Try again.
Really, that's the best you can do? It was like... like hearing a loud noise when you're all alone, but refusing to check it's source. Now do you get it?
Gawwwddd, you're terrible at this.
It doesn't matter ugh, I just left the store and hopped on my motorcycle in search of "Mary Sue's".
Mercurial was turning out to be a rather interesting place.

Misconceived ,
Ava Elisabeth

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8/16/2018 11:53am

Dear Diary,

Mercurial, Arizona is not a place you usually find on purpose.
Before Caroline could leave, a family shuffled in, a mother and two set of twins, one a girl and boy and the other two girls. Their clothing was messy and their hair was greasy. They all carried bags of some sort filled to the brim with belonging. They squeezed into a booth together and the mother announced the children could get anything they wanted.
"Julio will be over in a sec to help y'all, okay?" She smiled after pouring the children hot chocolates and the mother a coffee. Then Caroline disappeared into the fog, cigarettes in hand.
The children were excited and talked among themselves. The mother wore a smile, but her true disposition was shown by her shaky hand gripping on the coffee cup and the way she scanned the room and the foggy outside. She was scared.
I took a deep breath and forced myself to ask her, " Are you okay?"
She did look my way, but then noticed me, "Oh! I'm sorry, we're you talking to me?" she drew the words out all jittery.
"Yeah," I smiled, "Are you okay?"
"Um," she looked around and pushed her smile forward, "I think so,"
The bell on the door sounded and a tall, wide figure emerged from the fog.
The woman jumped up and yelped and in the process knocked over her cup of coffee.
The figure was Julio, the other waiter. A tall, chubby Hispanic man with a kind smile and a bag of oranges and a small hairless cat in his arms.
She immediately began to apologize profusely furiously grabbing paper napkins.
It wasn't really clear who she was apologizing to. Maybe her children. Maybe me. Maybe Julio. Maybe herself.
Julio put the cat down and oranges on the floor.
"No sorrys, you're all good," He said with a smile wiping the coffee up with a rag, "See! Just coffee!"
The woman was so stretched thin that at that moment she had nothing left to keep herself packed together. She began to sob with her head in her hands. Ashamed.
She was trying to be strong for her children.
Julio got down to his knees, "Hey," he said softly, "it is going to be okay. You are going to be okay. You're safe,"
And she reached out and hugged Julio. And Julio hugged her.
After that moment of absolute silence in the diner, Julio stood.
"Now what can I get started for you?"
Soon the table was piled up with all the children's favorites and the mother smiled.
This time it was real.

Mercurial, Arizona is not a place you usually find on purpose, but usually it is exactly what you need.

Breathing,
Ava Elisabeth

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8/16/2018 11:26am

Dear Diary

Mercurial, Arizona is not a place you usually find on purpose.
"It was just being trapped, ya know? I really needed this place. It's all mine, not a husband or relative can say otherwise," said Caroline, a bubbly waitress wiping down the counter of the diner, "One day I found him with another woman and I just had to go. I jumped on a bus, trying to get to California, but ya know,"
She spoke in a sweet southern twang and looked straight out of the fifties. She had left her life behind in Virginia, where she had a drunk husband and a critical family to become her own person.
"I found this place, saw a 'we're hiring' sign and well," She paused and put her hands on her hips with a laugh, "Doesn't look I've left quite yet!"
I smiled and she turned around and grabbed a coffee pot from the machine, "Good thing we've got the best damn coffee this side of the nation!" She filled up my cup with a smile, "You take care dear, I'm on break now, but Julio will be over soon!"
"Good luck!" I said. It was two of the very few words I had said few words in our conversation, which might sound unpleasant, but was truly calming. I stared into my swirling coffee cup. My breathing steady and reliable. My heartbeat following its balanced path. I hadn't realized how scared I was until it had melted away. This diner was exactly what I needed.

Mercurial, Arizona is not a place you usually find on purpose, but usually it is exactly what you need.

Breathing,
Ava Elisabeth

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8/9/2018 10:18am

Dear Diary,

It's called The Capricious Canoe.

In the misty, humid air surrounding the half lit neon sign obscured by looming technicolor motorcyclists and a generous dose of fear, I read it as The Caper Cafe. I later found out it was a common mistake and brought in many travelers looking for a greasy meal and comforting plastic booth.

The Capricious Canoe itself was not a diner or a cafe, but instead a curious antiques shop filled to the brim with all kinds odd items. The shop was divided into four sections, each boldly lit with it's own neon sign. They were bordered off messily by paper screens, bookcases, or thrown together cardboard creations.

I followed the winding crumbling road down into the town. It was small, dilapidated and either blessed or plagued by a constant fog that filled the streets. It seemed odd, considering the freeway had been surrounded by dusty, red desert, but it was a welcome change. The coolness of the air felt nice on my burnt skin.

When I pulled up to the antiques shop, I found it with a matching neon sign. This time due to it's disrepair, it only displayed five letters -"The no".

I laughed dryly to myself.

Luckily, next door was a small diner that gained many a customer from the antique shop's poor sign maintenance.

A paper sign was plastered on the front window of the antique shop, many items filling up the little space behind it. "There is no Caper Cafe Food next door, boarding at Mary Sue's" The sign said scrawled in a messy script. I glanced over to see, in fact, the nameless little diner with a decent number customers eating plates of food.

I jumped off my motorcycle and walked towards the little diner, but I looked back.
I glanced at the store and I noticed it.

Underneath the glow of the neon sign was a old fashioned, chipping, hand-painted sign displaying in bold text,

"WELCOME TO MERCURIAL, ARIZONA: THE MOST LIVELY PLACE ON EARTH"

Lingering,
Ava Elisabeth

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7/28/2018 1:23pm

Dear Diary,

I've begun my ride back to Shelly's Hollow Heart Craft & Hobby.
I stopped at Jimmy's Haunted Used Automobile and Motorcycle behind the Haunted Shipyard and next to the McDonalds and got a used motorcycle.
I went in with the idea to just buy a car, but then I saw a shiny, cherry red motorcycle perched in the showroom and with it's substantially low price tag (not a lot of ghosts ride motorcycles so they are dead weight in the Haunted Automobile business) I had to purchase it.
Well, I didn't have to. I just did.... um.....
Sorry....
There is this van that feel like has been following me? I mean, they probably aren't following me, this is like main road and lots of people.... use it......
Sorry... um
um........
Oh I know what you are thinking right now, "Writing and Driving is dangerous and a crime! How could you do this!? blah blah blah" but I am using speech to text okay?
I am totally..... safe... uhh
Diary, I apologize, I am little distracted.....The van that is behind me, containing two tall people with gruff expressions are now being flanked by a hoard of people wearing pastel polo shirts with fishnet shirts on top?? and they are wearing leather pants? All of them have super bright spiky hair...
ummm
which.... you should always ride with a helmet on because... ummm
safety is the number one priority.... umm..........which i am not wearing a helmet,.... um, because I didn't buy one so... shame on me....

They are.... passing peanuts around?? to each other?? um..........
this is........
Uh I am going to pull over into this diner that's coming up, it's called the...the Caper Cafe? Better then nothing. I have some food and check up on journels... okay yeah.

I'll be back!
Ava Elisabeth

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7/9/2018 1:28pm

Dear Diary,
Pancakes are grand. Cold butter hits a red hot pan and sizzles out into a memory of it's former self. Smooth pale batter, with the occasional clump of flour pours into the pan letting off a satisfying sizzle.
Then you watch until exact right moment and slide a spatula underneath to flip the now golden side over. Then again you watch and wait till you can slide the pancake onto the clean, chill plate.
Well, It wasn't exactly like that. I was crouched over a hotplate with fancy, french frying pan, pouring cheap shake-and-make batter frying in an awkward shape.
@Cave Girl Claire politely sewing a new leather supply vest for her cave adventures on a newly made bed. Spiffy curled behind her with Kalingrad snuggled up against her.
I slid the pancake onto paper plate with a plastic fork nearly destroying it. I frowned at it, but nevertheless, stood up with a smile and handed the paper plate to Claire.
"Syrup?"
"Nah," She dug into the pancakes, distractedly eating her food.
I nervously sat down holding my flimsy paper plate. I had decided to stay the night to help Claire out the room back together and after I saw how she took care of Kalingrad, how she was looking for missing students, when I saw how she was just such a good person, I couldn't just leave. I woke up in the middle of the night sweaty and anxious and I couldn't just leave after this.
So I went to the Student Shop and the only edible things that weren't questionably radioactive were shake-and-make pancake mix, packets of Top Ramen, and a box of mac'n' cheese. Decidedly nostalgic, I purchased the pancake mix and headed back to the dorm.
So there I am. A hot paper plate leaving my thighs damps and too hot sitting on the edge of freshly made bed. The pancakes were a mere formality to me. I wasn't hungry in the slightest. I was just looking at Claire expectantly. She was just sewing and eating with a pleasant contentment. I felt like something was supposed to happen. It was in my bones, under my skin, a buzz of need. I didn't know what it was. I don't know what it is, but Claire was oblivious to it.
I don't know what I was looking for, or why it was from some innocent girl who barely knows me.
But it still pulsed through me the entire time.
Then She stood up with her new entourage of creatures, Spiffy and Kalingrad.
"Thanks for the food!" She smiled, "I'll see you round then?"
"I'll see you round," I weakly smiled, my pancake soggy.
She turned out the door, but then peaked back in.
"Hey Ava?"
"Yeah?"
"You're gonna be okay," She smiled, "I am too"
"Thank you, Claire"
"Of Course"
My entire body felt as if it sighed. Relief.
It was exactly what I needed.
I was going to be okay.
I am going to be okay.

Ava Elisabeth

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7/9/2018 2:53am

Dear Diary,

I am awake way too earlier due to knot of anxiety in my stomach residue from my nightmare. I was running through a dark cave, voices around me calling out to me. I couldn't see anything, but I somehow still knew where I was. I can't remember where now, but in the dream I felt so sure. My skin felt touched by a million light prickling needles making my skin go numb.The voices cried out innocently from every direction, left, right, up, down and what sounded like inside of my head.
Then I saw them.
People in pastel hazmat suits pouring light through the cave revealing the carnage all around and carrying some sort of weapon in their hands.
I... in the dream I recognized it immediately? I don't think I could describe it now, but it scared me. It scared me down to my bones. I was screaming... God, that scream.
It was so impossible. It wasn't a noise I could ever consider some mortal creature to make.
It was horrifying.
Then I woke up, shaking and sweaty.
I know it doesn't sound scary, but.... but I don't know, it felt real. It felt all too real.

So then I fled into the lonely, but comforting yellowy light of the PsyHigh Student Shop with it's greasy, peeling walls and water stained ceiling. There I was peering through thick glass of the shop and into the eyes of who I assumed to be a student with a big blue pointy hair and a pastel polo.

"What's good?" I asked staring at the small marquee displaying the wares of the shop.

Behind the glass, The student peeled a foil lid off a can of peanuts, his pallor turned a sickly yellow in the light of the shop, "I dunno," he smiled wide and mischievous, "peanuts, maybe?"

I glanced at the marquee and frowned, "Peanuts? They're not an option,"

He waited just as second over how long he should have to have spoken, "Oops," He shrugged loudly, still smiling, "good luck then,"
He unfurled his newspaper and propped it up.

I frowned and observed the concerning list.
Few items seemed even edible, but then I saw it shake-to-make pancake mix.
A comforting smile crossed my face, a memory of my childhood.
It dissipated into a soft warmth and I purchased it.

I am going to make pancakes for Claire.

Nostalgic and Guilty
Ava Elisabeth

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7/7/2018 12:15pm

Dear Diary,

After being released from that "party", I went back to the dorm room.
As I turned the key into the lock, I took a deep breath in. Relief.
But as the door swung open, that relief melted away like the cold of frozen food hitting the hot oil of a fryer.
The drawers of our dresser were open clothing puddling around on it in a manic pattern.
The papers and pens and office supplies once neatly organised on the desk were all over the room, like the flung about entrails of a wolf's meal.
Our beds had the covers ripped off with the mattresses sliding to an angle
The entire room was ripped apart in an unsettling fashion and to top off my horror,
one of our tall glass pained windows was wide open.
I crept over to the window to observe it, hoping it had only blown open.
Instead, the lock had been snapped off, it's remains sitting on the window seal.
I slowed my breathing, focusing on keeping my focus and I surveyed the room.
The closet doors were shut tight.
I quietly crept forward, each step feeling like a promise of sudden doom
Then as quickly as I could muster, I pushed the door open and jumped back expecting my fate to leap out at me.

Fortunately, It was empty.
Unfortunately, I looked like a complete idiot, as my roommate @Cave Girl Claire walked in arms full with brown paper bags of groceries.
Additionally, She explained that she hadn't been in the dorm for quite a long time. She had been exploring the caves underneath the school with Spiffy and was only coming back to restock on supplies.
She had left the dorm perfectly in tact.
It was haunting and when I explained, we both silently cleaned up the room.

As I did I opened the drawer to a nightstand once occupied by @EmilyDH 's things, left inside of it was a note.

"Paths uncovered never forget. Steps fall with pained silence, even silenced pain. The hollowed hill knows no matter what, no matter how much we see, smell,hear, taste or feel. Sound familiar? :) "

Something about the way the smile was drawn scared me. It looked like threat, no, no, something otherworldly and upon second through, the whole note was. The handwriting was jagged and uneven. The ink was this color was like how it feels when someone presses the cold metal of a gun against your head and whispers a warm secret in your ear or a hug from a person you know betrayed you in the worst of ways. The ink... the color was indescribable in any real way, but it had a feeling.
And the paper... the paper was almost scaly, almost warm, like skin.

But what made it worse, was what had been crudely stapled to the back.
A piece of pastel rubber
on one side a purple hazmat sign
on the other a message in sharpie
"i am sorry, love. here, this should help"
Below it the address for my former employer.
And beneath that scrawled out in that angular script and ineffable color,
"It's time :)"

And I knew I had only one choice.
It was time to go back to Shelly's Hollow Heart Craft & Hobby.

Anxious, Ava Elisabeth

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THE SUMMER SUNNYTIME KICK OFF AND ::f r i e n d::
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6/29/2018 12:02am

Dear Diary,

I am inside the Sunny Summer...? Summertime Sunny...? Ugh I don't care, I am inside the bubble facility where that Grotto...? Where that... that um, Hollow... Heart,Wonder? Ghost...? UGH I don't know, that stupid company that beamed us here,
I can't find, agh I can't find my roommate, and I can't remember her name.
aaahhhh, It is really hard to resist...
There is like this dance floor and everyone is dancing in bliss eating dusty looking cubes of who knows what!
I keep seeing tons of craft supplies floating around me, but when I asked the guy next to me why they were there he muttered something about how he "wasn't gay" he just "likes looking at naked men sometimes"?
Then I said to another person next to me, "What's up with the stuff floating around us?"
and they replied, "I KNOW RIGHT! I mean I love desert but I never wanted it THIS close" then they laughed
I don't know what's really going on I feel like I'm swimming through a warm, sugary soup, everything's all slow.

Oh my gosh, I just saw....
I just saw Achava... Not the professor, the other one from the... the....
the shelly? beach? the.... the store! yeah the store!
i worked at a store once.... haha
Diary, I have a hilarious story to tell you
I worked at this store with this younger version of my professor. She was GORGEOUS and I felt horrible and great like all this time
hahaha
then i... then for some reason i didn't work there anymore?

haaaa oh my god, I think i am gonna dance
it looks so fun!!!
hahaha yeah! I am gonna go dance!!!!!
hahahahaha YEAH IM GONNA DANCE!!





Hewwo
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6/28/2018 11:58pm

Dear Diary,

I am inside the Sunny Summer...? Summertime Sunny...? Ugh I don't care, I am inside the bubble facility where that Grotto...? Where that... that um, Hollow... Heart,Wonder? Ghost...? UGH I don't know, that stupid company that beamed us here,
I can't find, agh I can't find my roommate, and I can't remember her name.
aaahhhh, It is really hard to resist...
There is like this dance floor and everyone is dancing in bliss eating dusty looking cubes of who knows what!
I keep seeing tons of craft supplies floating around me, but when I asked the guy next to me why they were there he muttered something about how he "wasn't gay" he just "likes looking at naked men sometimes"?
Then I said to another person next to me, "What's up with the stuff floating around us?"
and they replied, "I KNOW RIGHT! I mean I love desert but I never wanted it THIS close" then they laughed
I don't know what's really going on I feel like I'm swimming through a warm, sugary soup, everything's all slow.

Oh my gosh, I just saw....
I just saw Achava... Not the professor, the other one from the... the....
the shelly? beach? the.... the store! yeah the store!
i worked at a store once.... haha
Diary, I have a hilarious story to tell you
I worked at this store with this younger version of my professor. She was GORGEOUS and I felt horrible and great like all this time
hahaha
then i... then for some reason i didn't work there anymore?

haaaa oh my god, I think i am gonna dance
it looks so fun!!!
hahaha yeah! I am gonna go dance!!!!!
hahahahaha YEAH IM GONNA DANCE!!





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