Thursday, 28 May 2015

Radio Silence

Just a Note.

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Saturday, 18 April 2015

The Four Stars Chapter Fifty Two

Previous chapter: To The Pool.

Chapter Fifty Two: Back At Home.

"I'm going to look for the others," said Hera. "I feel uneasy since there's nobody else besides us."

"Feel free to try," said Isabel, before Francesca challenged her to swim laps around the pool. Hera rolled her blue eyes and got out of the pool.

Isabel and Francesca were still playing about, splashing at each other. Hera's bare feet went plop plop plop against the stone floor, and she tracked water into the gym.

The only other person in the gym was a redheaded woman that looked like Jessica Rabbit. Hera approached the woman and asked, "Where's everyone? Do you know anything about the pool's grand opening?"

"I don't know, I came here because of an anonymous tip," the redhead said. She looked at Hera carefully. "Wait, aren't you Channah Wilson, the singing gun-master?"

"That's my online name, I'm Hera."

"Rumor has it that one of your friends is working on an ending to SuperHero Quest, an unofficial one anyway. Is it true?"

"Yes, it is. It's still in planning though."
"Oh, cool!" said the redheaded woman. "I'll try out your friend's game when it's done, but I have to go now."

"I look forward to your feedback, see you later."

After the redheaded woman left, Hera went back to the pool. Her friends were still there, now resting at the edge. Francesca looked up at a nearby notice, then got up to look at it properly.

"Pool grand opening at eleven A.M.," she said. "It's one o'clock now."

"Oh! No wonder!" said Hera. "Hardly anyone goes to the gym during lunch hour."

"Speaking of which, I'm hungry," said Francesca. "I want to go home, Isabel."

Sunday, 12 April 2015

The Four Stars Chapter Fifty One

Previous chapter: Sisters' Plan.

Chapter Fifty One: To The Pool.

Two weeks later, it was business as usual, except that Attie was away at work and Francesca was constantly daydreaming about something. Isabel found her cousin grinning to herself after going to check on her.

"What's so funny?" Isabel asked her cousin, who stared at the wall.

Francesca snorted and giggled in reply. Isabel tapped her on the shoulder and broke the silly trance. "Beg pardon?" said Francesca. "What are you doing here?"

"We're going to the swimming pool. Grand opening today."

"Pool? Grand opening? The one at the gym? I haven't changed yet."

"We've still got time. Go on, get changed," Isabel said to Francesca and left the purple bedroom to give her cousin some privacy.

Isabel sat down and listened to some soft rock on the radio. She tapped her foot to the rhythm. Soon, Francesca came down in her white hoodie and black shorts. She sat down beside Isabel and waited for Hera, who minced out of her room.

"Well?" Hera asked. "Are we ready to rock the pool?"

"Aye, we are," said Isabel. "Don't mind my sudden accent."
"Okay, let's go!"
"Okay, let's go!" said Hera. Francesca stared off into space, daydreaming until Isabel shook her a little and dragged her along.

Saturday, 11 April 2015

The Four Stars Chapter Fifty

Previous chapter: Art Tutorial.

Chapter Fifty: Sisters' Plan.

One afternoon, Isabel was jogging on the treadmill under the guidance of her twin.
"What's your plan?" said Attie, as she observed her twin's posture. "Besides running a convention at the museum and teaching art students these days."

"That's pretty much what I'm doing, besides looking after three young women who act like babies."
"Don't mock me!"
"Don't mock me!" said Attie. "You know very well I'm only ten minutes younger than you."

"You act as if you're ten years younger sometimes."
"Are you saying Fran's more mature than I am?"

"Yes," Isabel said, her expression still the same.

Sunday, 5 April 2015

The Four Stars Chapter Forty Nine

Previous chapter: Further Park Antics.

Chapter Forty Nine: Art Tutorial.

Days later, the housemates went back to their own routine, and Francesca was holed up in her room upstairs. She had taken to sleeping late and waking up late, since she no longer had to rush down to the SimCity Magazine house.

The Lion Twins and Hera still had more workdays than her, so Francesca was often left home alone. She didn't mind this arrangement at all. It meant that she could daydream, paint her face, her nails, and scribble as much as she liked. Nobody to complain about her liking for the Goth subculture, soft metal music, thick eyeliner, or dark nail polish.

She decided to send an email to her parents back in New York. As for her British cousin Norimi, she was busy travelling, so Francesca decided it wasn't much use blabbering in an email to her. She sent a simple one to Norimi wishing her a safe trip, then looked over some scenery photos posted on Norimi's Tumblr profile.

"Nice view of an English village, church and all," though Francesca. "Of course, my cousin is a pastor's daughter. I wonder what she's actually like in person. Will she complain about what I look like? Hope not. I won't make fun of her. Never felt the need to mock religion, though I don't really believe in it."
Fran wrote some emails.
The note for Francesca's parents, on the other hand, went into detail. "Isabel will give me an art lesson later this evening, after she comes back from work," she wrote after the standard greetings and questions about her brother Dennis. "I am going to practice drawing backgrounds, and maybe draw people if we have the time."

Once the emails were done, Francesca played Puzzle Cove. Sinopia was on the high seas again for the rest of the morning.


Isabel came back from work as an art tutor, ready to teach her cousin the finer points of painting. "I need to be patient," thought Isabel.
"Use a ruler!"
When Francesca tried to paint a straight line freehand, Isabel said, "Use a ruler!"

"Why?" Francesca asked, looking at the lines. "They look fine to me."

"You tend to paint crooked. I've seen the way you paint your nail polish. Slop slop slop. Black or purple or red, no difference. Clumsy, but nothing a few tools can't fix."

Francesca took out the wooden ruler from the easel's toolbox. She placed the ruler on the canvas and painted a straight line with it.
"How's this then?"
"How's this then?" she asked her elder cousin. Isabel looked, putting a hand on her chin thoughtfully. She then waved her hands.
"No no no, smudge up the clouds a bit."
"You should smudge up the clouds a bit. Use some water," Isabel said. Francesca looked at her painting again.

"How much?"

"Half a brush, or rather, a few drops."

Francesca dipped the brush in the water and rubbed it on the drawn sky. The blue faded slightly.
She dabbed a little more green on the grass and trees, along with brown on the chimney.

Isabel watched her cousin paint slowly but steadily. Finally, Francesca was done. She stepped back from the painting and let it dry.
"Ah, nice painting."
"Very nice!" Isabel said, and she meant it. Francesca smiled at her drawing of a cottage.

Next chapter: Sisters' Plan.