30th July 2013, 01:38 PM #1
[SWC] Olivia's Playground
You guys and your 100k+ stories..
CC: 24,555k (ish)
Target: Munna (medium 10k-20k)
First story in 2 years woo!! I guess this can be considered M, kinda..
The seemingly lifeless bodies barely moved, if not for the occasional step to the side or a twist of the body you would struggle to convince yourself they were not mannequins due to their milk white colour and bland appearance. The park was no different from your average park, bright green grass painted the landscape and filled the air with the constant aroma of freshly cut grass. A single smooth granite path guided visitors from A to B with the occasional oak bench and accompanying trash can sitting on a stone slab that invaded the otherwise finely kept grass line. The reddish lacquer finish on the oak wood was as good as new, unweathered by the lack of resting tourists and the trash bag that sat in its plastic casing contained nothing but air. Trees stood tall, taller than normal park standard trees should stand, islands in the sea of grass blades, casting artificial shadows born from the glowing aura that filled the entire sky. The ominous occupants of this park were scattered around, some stood out in the grass landscape, some stood overlooking one of the multiple still water ponds that branched off from the granite pathway no matter where they appeared they were always a certain distance apart, always standing and always watching the floor, everywhere except one place.
The playground was surrounded by a small minimalistic metal fence, just by looking at it you could tell it was never meant to keep anyone in or out but rather a display of the parks boundaries, defining where the park extended to. Regardless of its lack of security ability it became apparent the fences purpose seemed to be to keep the figures that haunted the park out. Multiple figures stood outside the fence, some stood off slightly in the distance although the majority stood as close as they could without intruding on the park, heads raised, staring at the playgrounds inhabitants, a young girl and her Pokemon, intently.
The young girl seemed unphased by her multiple spectators as she swung back and forth laughing on the only swing set in the park. Behind her a pink floating elephant like Pokemon adorned by floral patterns laughed along as it pushed the girl via psychic manipulation. After a few swings the girl had judged her momentum to be sufficient enough to release her grip from the chains that suspended the rubber seat. from what seemed to be a confident leap her face soon adopted a look of fear as she realized she had released too late and her momentum took her eight feet off the ground. The pink Pokemon stopped laughing as soon as the girl dropped to the damp, tree bark lined floor, in a fit of panic it rushed to the girl letting out a faint weep as it darted around the limp body looking for signs of life. However, the pink Pokemon's worry was returned with a fit of laughter from the girl, reaching out for its front legs as she rose from the ground, letting off a sigh of relief the Pokemon returned to its jolly laugh as they swung about the playground. The playground was a lot smaller from what you would expect of any park this size consisting of only a single chained swing-set, a slightly rusted but still enjoyable slide that rose almost nine feet off the ground at its peak and a merry-go-round that appeared to be freshly painted in an array of colours taken from the rainbow..
C’mon Munna, lets go on the merry-go-round!” the girl cried out, releasing the Pokemon from her grasp causing it to slightly swing off to the side towards the ominous onlookers. The Pokemon suddenly remembered where it was and its smile turned to a look of disappointment a look the girl instantly realised as she looked towards it expectantly. “Already?” the girl asked with a sadness in her voice, Munna nodded.
The marking that adorned Munnas nose begun to glow bright pink, suddenly the figures that surrounded the playground snapped their mouths open but made no sound, instead a pink gas excreted into the playground from their throats overpowering the scent of tree bark and cut grass and replacing it with one of flowers.
Olivia opened her eyes, exposing them to the blaring sun that penetrated the paper thin makeshift curtains she had tied to small nails she had lazily hammered into the wall. Sitting up right on the edge of the bed she stretched a single arm out as far as possible while bringing the other to her eye and rubbing away any remnants of a good nights sleep, alternating when satisfied. Once woken up to a certain extent she dragged herself off the bed and towards her desk on the other side of the room. The 11 year old sat there looking at herself for a while before attempting to tidy herself up. Olivia was a petite girl, a skinny frame, the sorta frame a responsible parent would worry about and then fuss to them about their diet, but Olivia didn’t have that luxury. She picked a small hairbrush up from the desk and started running it through her naturally curly auburn hair wincing every time she caught a knot in her hair born from head movements during sleep. She stopped momentarily, about a third of the way finished and contemplated whether or not she should have a shower, it would certainly rid the problem of knotted hair and any improvement to her appearance couldn’t hurt her relationship with her classmates. As much as she wanted to she knew she couldn’t, the shower being in the room right next to her step dads she did not want to risk a confrontation this early in the morning, it will have to wait until she gets in from school, when Mark was out at work. Sighing she returned to the arduous task of getting ready for school and headed downstairs in the hopes she had time to make breakfast.
The living room and kitchen were essentially the same room separated only by an island covered in dirty dishes and old pizza boxes. Knowing she had a good fifteen minutes before she had to leave for school she decided to try and find some bread for toast. Seeing the blue bag in the corner where two walls meet she started to smile and begun to look for a suitable knife so she could treat herself to some butter but the only ones she found were either in a pile of dirty dishes crusted with what she could only assume to be week old pasta or in the vicinity of used syringes. With the wind blown out of her sails after successfully finding suitable bread she sadly accepted the prospect of plain toast. She pulled her toast out of the toaster, crispy enough to have a crunch but still keep a soft inside, onto a plate turned upside down that she salvaged from the mess. The living room was even more of a mess, beer bottles caked the majority of the floor, crumbs littered the floor embedding themselves so deep in it seemed the carpet had changed colour. Olivia took a seat on the single seater recliner that sat in the middle of the room, right in front of the medium sized TV, Marks TV. With the victory of finding bread to eat Olivia contemplated watching the tv, something she hadn’t done since her last bruised arm. Before she could even hazard an attempt she heard footsteps sounding from upstairs, getting herself into a panic she quickly dropped her half eaten toast and ran to school.
School was just as hard for Olivia as home was, her father left her and her mother when Olivia was only three, she never knew much about her father only what Mark had screamed at her when in one of his moods, things she hoped were not true, her mother never felt comfortable discussing him with Olivia at least not until she was older. Though this never bothered Olivia, Mark was a good stepfather to her ever since he married Olivia's mother when she was seven, it was only when Olivia's mother had died a year ago that Mark had started to show his true colours, distraught over his wife's death he had started to drink heavily. It was when the drugs started creeping into the picture that Mark started to believe his guardianship over Olivia was unjust, being no blood relative. It was because of this Olivia started becoming a target for his anger, be it at his failing carpet company, a big bet loss or even something as trivial as no more beers left. Ever since her mother died Olivia had been in what seemed a constant state of depression damaging her social and academic life until the point where she no longer had anyone to turn to. Except in her dreams. She was happy in her dreams.
Olivia made swift time from school due to the fact the walk home from school isn’t long nor interesting but mainly she rushed home because Mark usually works at this time and won’t be home for another two hours, the perfect time to shower and clean up in peace. She had just rounded the last corner onto her block when her heart sank, the white van Mark uses for his carpeting company was parked outside, her eyes began to well up, she really wanted that shower but she wanted to get into her room and lock her door even more. She held back the tears and just continued to the house, this wasn’t the first time she had been disappointed and it will most likely not be her last. Once in the house she was determined to just get up stairs, usually Mark just ignores her comings and goings but this time he wanted to talk.
“Olivia!” he shouted from the living room, the tone in his voice wasn’t an overly aggressive tone so Olivia wasn’t too immediately scared although she knew better than to let her guard down, she’s made that mistake before.
“What’s this?” he said calmly waving about the familiar piece of toast Olivia dropped to floor in her haste this morning.
“Goddamn right it’s toast!” his tone begun to escalate into the familiar aggressiveness, “You know how tight money is if you’re gonna make toast you gotta eat it!” he threw the cold bread to her feet.
“I ran out of time and had to leave for s-school” she replied trying hard to not make eye contact.
“Thats your dinner tonight” he finished, returning to his natural calm-annoyed tone. Olivia didn’t want to stay any longer so, leaving the toast on the floor, ran straight to bed. Mark went straight to the beers.
Olivia looked longingly towards the shower room and momentarily the thought of risking a quick wash crossed her mind but she figured Mark had started to drink and she just wanted to get to the safest place she knows, her bed. Her room was just as pathetic as the rest of the house in terms of furniture with only a bed, desk, and a stool. The desk was a worn mahogany that should be dark brown in colour but had started to show its true pale brown where the paint had worn off. The desk was just as empty as the room was, with its only ornaments being the mirror propped up against the wall, her hairbrush, a couple of pencils sprawled to the side and a rectangular picture frame standing off to the corner. Olivia walked over to the wardrobe that was built into the wall and pulled a pair of pyjama bottoms out from a small cabinet that sat beneath the depressingly small array of clothes hanging from a bar. Once changed into her pyjamas Olivia lay down into her bed, it was only four-thirty but Olivia still crawled beneath her floral pink sheets. Nuzzling her head comfortably into her pillow she reached out to the picture frame that sat on the desk corner and turned it around to face her. The picture the frame housed was recent, taken only two years ago. It was a picture of Olivia and her mother, even the most dimwitted of people would be able to recognise the relation between the two, it had always been said that Olivia would have been a perfect doppelganger for her mother if they were the same age, both dressed in similar yellow cardigans. Same auburn hair coloured hair, same hazelnut brown eyes and same facial structure, the only defining difference between the two being her mother having flawlessly straight hair while Olivia’s hair curled more. It was only the two of them in the picture, Mark was behind the camera, something Olivia could not be more grateful of else the only picture of her mother she had left would be ruined. Olivia and her mother sat on a red lacquered oak bench with Olivia nuzzled into her mother's chest and her mother kissing the top of her head . In the background sat a small empty playground consisting of a single swing set, merry-go-round and taller than usual slide. Olivia’s eyes began to tear up looking at the picture but unlike earlier she let these tears flow, it was easier to sleep that way.
Olivia wrapped her arms around the metal bar as hard as she could keeping her head down focused on the bright blue metal she sat on. the entire world around her was a blur she could see nothing but the rainbow colours that travelled with her.
“Ok stop now, I’m slipping!” She called out as one arm broke free from her locking mechanism. Her fingers reached out for the metal bar behind her propping herself into a more stable position while the merry-go-round slowed to a halt and the world around her begun to come into focus. Olivia's eyes were closed when the merry-go-round had stopped in an attempt to avoid dizziness but soon realised it was futile the moment she opened them. The entire world was swaying before her and the ground seemed to have fell beneath her as she dropped to the ground in an attempt to stand up. She looked up, senses having returned to a suitable state, and was met by the smiling Munna nudging its head off her arms eager for her to get back up and play some more. Returning the Munnas actions with a smile Olivia stood up and pointed to the slide, Munna agreed happily. The slide was probably Olivia’s least favourite part of the park, it had a couple of steps missing so it was always a struggle to get to the top, the height didn’t help matters either. It was only recently Olivia had decided herself brave enough to tackle the nine foot slide and even then she can only do it knowing Munna was there with her, after some struggle to the top Olivia had seated herself at the peak priming herself for the descent. Munna floated up bypassing all difficulties with the steps and sat in Olivia’s lap, while the slide was her least favourite there was no doubt it was Munnas most favourite. Just as Olivia was about to push off the peak she paused and stared at the park bench that sat at the end of the pathway leading out of the playground. The bench has always been there, Olivia had seen it on occasion when she got curious of her surroundings but this was different, the bench wasn’t empty like every other bench in the park. A figure sat there, the same blank, expressionless carbon copy figure that inhabited the park, but why was this one sitting down, they never sat down. Olivia was intrigued and completely forgot about the Munna sitting on her lap, eagerly awaiting the descent, it was only when Munna had used its psychic powers push them both down that Olivia had snapped out of her trance
Munna sat on the ground laughing, it always did get a large feeling of enjoyment from the slide, more so than Olivia anyway. The Munnas laughter didn’t last long as it had noticed what Olivia had noticed its face turned to a worried look as Olivia started to walk towards the gate that lead out to the park and the bench. Munna, knowing what Olivia was going to do, dashed to the swing set and begun to swing the seat back and forth in a desperate act of averting Olivia’s attention, Olivia stopped momentarily and looked towards the pink Pokemon but Olivia was more interested in the benches occupant. Olivia reached the small metallic gate that separated the park from the and released the latch that acted as a locking mechanism, she was just about to pull the door open until she was pulled back with a surprising amount of force. Confused as to what happened she looked around trying to find the cause, her confused searching was met with the upset Munna looking as if it was about to cry.
“Why did you do that?” Olivia asked with a hint of annoyance, it didn’t hurt but it was certainly unexpected from what she thought was her friend. The Munna replied with a sorry face as the dot on her nose began to glow bright pink, and the playground was drowned in the pink mist.
“-ait!” Olivia shouted as she shot up in her bed. She looked around and sighed as she realised it was still night outside, a quick check of her watch confirmed it to only be twelve-thirty. Deciding that there was nothing for her to do she lay back down on her pillow and closed her eyes wanting to return as quick as possible, at least until a dull pain hit her stomach accompanied with an audible growl. It was then Olivia realised she hadn’t eaten for over twelve hours. Judging the lack of noise from downstairs she assumed Mark was asleep in his room and decided to go downstairs to forage some food.
After entering the living room it became apparent her assumption was only half correct, Mark was certainly asleep. The balding, beer bellied thirty year old snored as the TV played static, reclined as much as the chair would allow Olivia tried to guess how many times he slept like this. The kitchen was surprisingly worse than what it was that morning, Olivia didn’t want to waste time by making an attempt at a meal so she opted to make some more toast, it wasn’t out of the ordinary for her to live of such minimal meals, there were often days she would eat nothing.
“What do you think you’re doing?” A voice from behind questioned.
“Oh, I-i was just making something to eat, I was hungry” Olivia answered, the fear in her voice was obvious just as obvious as Marks drunkenness, which only increased the fear.
“But your dinner is down there” His finger pointed to the piece of cold hard toast that was thrown at her feet hours ago. The calmness in his voice was more frightening to Olivia than any level of aggression.
“B-but thats cold, can I not just make a new slice?” She could feel the tears form in her eyes but she knew if she released them it will only get worse. The calmness of Marks voice seemed to have been ignited by the unfortunate popping of the toast behind her.
“Come here” his voice started to grate
“N-no..” Olivia could no longer hold the tears.
Olivia looked to the floor and started towards Mark, as she got closer she could see the multiple empty bottles of beer that stood at the base of the chair. Fear was building in Olivia with each step she took until the point she couldn’t take it. Her eyes glanced to the doorway and decided to just make a run for it. Olivia had only made it a few feet before a sharp pain erupted from her roots as she was pulled to the floor.
“Where do you think you’re going?” He whispered into her ear. Olivia's eyes were misted with tears as she endured multiple beatings to her body, boot made contact with ribs and fists found their way past the arms raised to protect her face. A minute had passed when mercy was finally shown when the alcohol levels started to take effect on Mark causing him to stumble to the floor. Seeing this opportunity, Olivia brought herself up from the ground and rushed to her room, fighting through the pain, it didn’t take long for Mark to regain his composure and make chase.
Olivia reached for the lock that was halfway up the door frame, sliding hard into its latch. She sighed in relief, finding comfort in the relative sense of safety her room provided. She reached for the picture frame sitting on the desk and released the photograph from its metal casing, dropping it to the floor. She returned to the door and slumped down with her back to it clutching the newly naked photo in both hands tight to her chest. Somehow in the midst of the the curses from an enraged Mark on the other side of the door and the occasional kick to the door Olivia fell asleep.
Munna Floated around Worriedly occasionally getting in closer to make sure everything was ok. Olivia lay in the middle of the park curled into the fetal position emotionless. Even though Olivia had cried herself to sleep many times before, this was the first time she had ever entered the park carrying on her real world feelings, the park was always a happy place for her. Munna had no idea what to do, it moved in closer to the shell of a girl and noticed the photo Olivia kept at her chest intrigued and desperate to fix things it nudged itself between Olivia’s arms and pulled the picture out with its mouth hoping it would incite some reaction from her, it didn’t. Munna dropped the picture from its mouth onto the tree bark covered floor and it became the saddest it had ever been for a while..
10 minutes had passed in silence, Olivia barely moved and Munna had been contemplating something so no attempt to break that silence had been made until a loud squeak rang across the playground. Alerted by the sudden sound that was foreign to her Olivia sat up nonchalantly, struggling to muster even the smallest of emotions but what she saw piqued her interest. The gate that lead out to the bench was open and the figure was still sitting on it. Confused as to what was happening she looked to Munna hoping for some indication but what she saw was an extremely sad looking Pokemon hanging its head low. Realising Olivia was looking at it Munna floated over to the newly opened gate as a way of invitation. Bringing herself up from the ground, dusting off pieces of tree bark from her pyjama trousers and hair, she walked towards the gate anxiously. She stared around the surroundings and noticed the figures that kept watch over them had turned their backs now, no longer staring into the playground, heads hung low.
Olivia stopped at the gate unable to decide if she wanted to leave the playground questioning her own intentions. For the year that she had been coming to the playground not once had she even considered leaving the playground, out into the seemingly endless park inhabited by ominous, lifeless figures. what if she did leave? Would the figures become hostile or friendly? Munna had always kept her busy in the playground so why was now so different? Why was the figure on that bench after all this time of the bench being empty? Why was the figure sitting down? Olivia knew the figures weren’t people and the fact this was the first one to be seen doing it scared Olivia. She Looked to her floating, flowery, pink elephant like friend and noticed it having the most inconsolable expression she had ever saw. Munna seemed to answer all of her questions and douse all her doubts with a single nod.
She stepped out onto the granite path and instantly all her fear and pain were gone, she felt oddly peaceful. Caught off guard she looked for Munna to keep her safe, only it wasn't by her side like she assumed but in the playground watching on. It was weird for Olivia, any other situation she would be scared of doing something like this on her own, but instead she didn't care, as if she felt like nothing could hurt her. Knowing this she turned her attention back to the bench and was startled to find the figure on the bench was now looking up at her, however this didn't falter her advance. With each step the figure on the bench begun to change, it’s hair begun to straighten out, grew out past its shoulder and adopted a noticeably browner colour. The hair colour seemed to bleed into the milky white eyes as the iris' flooded with a hazelnut brown. It’s entire form begun to change drastically from a bland unisex shape to one more feminine, clothes grew from its body causing the figure to look drastically different from it’s twins scattered around the park whose focus had shifted to Olivia and the bench. Olivia knew what she was seeing but felt no feelings of happiness, sadness or surprise only normality, what was happening felt right and she was not going to question it. The bench was cold, really cold but Olivia did not wince as she sat down next to the figure and rested her head against the yellow wool of the figures chest, the glow in the sky that mimicked sunlight did little to create heat, but it became apparent that was not it’s intention. Death was rarely warm.
Munna watched on from the peak of the slide as the figure leaned down and kissed Olivia’s head. With a sad sigh Munna's nose dot begun to glow a deep pink and the surrounding figures began to disappear one by one leaving Olivia and her mother until last. Unaware of what was happening around her Olivia raised her head and smiled a soft smile to Munna before she faded with her new family. Munna held back a tear and took solace in the fact she’ll never have to wake up again.
Last edited by Fawkes.; 31st July 2013 at 07:07 PM.
2nd August 2013, 07:15 AM #2
Dauntless Fried Chicken
Re: [SWC] Olivia's Playground
I want to take this one. Who know when you'll receive this. Anyways, this's SWC, right?
2nd August 2013, 10:25 AM #3
Re: [SWC] Olivia's Playground
thanks and it is
Originally Posted by Voltaire Magnezone
9th August 2013, 11:36 PM #4
Dauntless Fried Chicken
Re: [SWC] Olivia's Playground
Read, cried, became depressed, got over, graded, deleted and PM'd to author.