| I've suddenly come to really like this. Simple. Emotional. O: |
| I've suddenly come to really like this. Simple. Emotional. O: |


Plastic Smiles, Painted HeartsIt had only been three hours at most, but the sounds from beyond the steel door of the fallout shelter had stopped. Just a while ago, there had been the deafening sounds of explosions and of winds and the screaming of metal being twisted against itself; now, silence left seventeen-year-old Nadiya and her younger brother, Luka, waiting with bated breath for any sign of an all-clear. Their identically crimson-brown eyes shone hopefully at the back of the door, hope evident in their pale, even faces. Help, however, seemed to be somewhere between distant and non-existent.Plastic Smiles, Painted Hearts
Minutes passed, hours, and curiosity tugged wantonly at
deviantID
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Rose-tints my world keeps me safe from the trouble and pain.
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I'd rather live in my fantasy; no harm lies in my naiveté.
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Here's a big sack of Bran.
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"The only reason I put up with your ass is because you the goddamn hero of Trigan. Now shut up and finish polishing my blades. I won a bet remember?" -Reiko Watanabe from Zakuyaga Kai
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Rose-tints my world keeps me safe from the trouble and pain.
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I'd rather live in my fantasy; no harm lies in my naiveté.
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Here's a big sack of Bran.
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"The only reason I put up with your ass is because you the goddamn hero of Trigan. Now shut up and finish polishing my blades. I won a bet remember?" -Reiko Watanabe from Zakuyaga Kai
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Rose-tints my world keeps me safe from the trouble and pain.
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I'd rather live in my fantasy; no harm lies in my naiveté.
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Here's a big sack of Bran.
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