My name is Kida. I'm here at Disney Prep because I fucked up. So is everyone else. Stay out of my way, and don't diss the look, and we can be friends.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
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Chess I have a riddle for you.
What weighs six ounces, sits in a tree, and is incredibly dangerous?
Oh, dear, so many riddles to ponder!
Why does anyone bother to make acquaintances anymore in the day and age of the internet? That, Chess, my dear, is truly the riddle. Perhaps part of our nature still draws us to speak to one another in person. Perhaps those of us who still crave human contact, in all forms, are holding onto a lifestyle fading fast.
In times of curiosity, I am known to not say much in way of opinion at all. So, you have my full attention. Do continue. *rests head on hands*
Because we all know one day, very soon probably, we will only know each other by profile pictures, we will forget the feeling of skin brushing against skin. We will only procreate with an idea, and give birth to cyberspace. That future saddens me. Why not break off the cable this car is bound to, and rebel? Starting with you and me?
Oh, dear, so many riddles to ponder!
Darkness and allure happen to be my strong suits. So you’re in luck, Chess, everything you love is in this wonderfully badass package.
*tilts head* Is that so? Shadows are marvellous things, if you ask me, and they too possess both wonderful charms. Though I must admit I’ve never understood why people fear them, the shadows. They only wish to be friendly, and they are not at all frightening when you take the time to get to know them. Tell me, Miss Kida, for I have spoken of my own desires…what is it you seek from this impromptu acquaintance we have breached?
Why does anyone bother to make acquaintances anymore in the day and age of the internet? That, Chess, my dear, is truly the riddle. Perhaps part of our nature still draws us to speak to one another in person. Perhaps those of us who still crave human contact, in all forms, are holding onto a lifestyle fading fast.
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Oh, dear, so many riddles to ponder!
A baby. It crawls on four limbs, cut off it’s legs, it pulls itself around on two, give it a crutch, and it has 3.
Oh, well, there is quite a darkness in that riddle, I give you that. But in darkness there is mystery, and in mystery there is allure, and in allure there is always something to be gained, so to speak.
Darkness and allure happen to be my strong suits. So you’re in luck, Chess, everything you love is in this wonderfully badass package.
Oh, dear, so many riddles to ponder!
Alright, babe, you like riddles, here’s one to wrap your head around. What has 4 legs, then 2, then 3?
Well, in a normal situation, I would say that you are representing the state of mankind—from baby, to youth, to elderly—but there is a light in your eye that shows that something is not what it seems in this situation. You are lucky I am a loose and fluent riddler, lest something rebound and make your circumstance that much more…circumstancy.
But do tell me, for I am ever-curious. *imaginary tail flicks*
A baby. It crawls on four limbs, cut off it’s legs, it pulls itself around on two, give it a crutch, and it has 3.
Oh, dear, so many riddles to ponder!
Let them talk, babydoll, they’re just jealous. So Chess, what brings you to our humble establishment?
I seek fortune and spiritual enlightenment, a new environment to taint with riddles and scatter with memories for future generations to see. I wish to riddle the world to pieces, then climb the tallest trees and laugh as the citizens of these great nations scramble to hide from my might. I wish to simply be one with the people and learn the ways of true happiness, and hope that I do not get driven away for the dislike of monotone individuals.
In other words, blame my family.
But nonetheless!
Alright, babe, you like riddles, here’s one to wrap your head around. What has 4 legs, then 2, then 3?
Oh, dear, so many riddles to ponder!
Uuuuuuh-huh….yeeeeeeah, you’re lucky you’re cute. So, uh, Aristotle, what’s your name?
Cute? You flatter me so, though cute is not necessarily a word I would care to be described as too much, especially not in front of my friends. The daisies can be quite the gossips, and once a story is out, it is no longer yours, and…oh, dear, forgive me. I have gotten ahead of myself.
Cheshire is the name, Chess is what I am called by my immediate audiences. Cheshire Cat at your service. *bows*
Let them talk, babydoll, they’re just jealous. So Chess, what brings you to our humble establishment?
