Setting the Ambience

Goooooooo Darkies

A blinding flash crawls it's large scaling white body full of light across Ambience's face. A Subtle-beep sounds and is followed by the slicing sound of a *Click* that appears to freeze time. Sounds of rejoice and excitement encompass a living room filled with sights of laughter and typical joyous negro festivities. A tall figure comes into view as the flash begins retracting it's bright claws revealing a set of Dark-Brown eyes. The pupils appear to increase in size shifting from a previous state of being dilated. " Finally " squeaks Ambience from within her mind. The thought appears to stick between the crevices of her thoughts. It's all she could think about , it's all she'd thought about. A loud eruption of clapter appears to break Ambience's focus and she regathers to the planet she not too long ago departed from. Stretching out are a pair of arms wrapped in a hoodie consisting of Sky-Blue & Navy-Blue colors. Turner State Colors. The arms wrap around Ambience gripping her tightly. The arms felt warm and comforting , almost like that of wool. " My babyyyyyyyy ." coos a soft-warm voice . Ambience greets a reflection of her face. " Mama " stammers Ambience , her face began to fluster exposing an embarrassed smile. Ambience's Mother began rocking Ambience back and forth in a hugging motion most similar to that of a cradle. The energy from her mother's firm grip began to seep into Ambience's pores , she could feel her mother's emotions flowing in her. The Sadness , the Joy , the worry , Ambience absorbed it all. " Trace , you gotta look at this one . " says a deep-toned booming voice. It belonged to Ambience's older cousin , Curtis. She knew this because of the many times he'd yelled at her as a child. She couldn't forget that bellowing voice greeting her ears with powerful demands. " PUT THAT DOWN AMBIENCE " , " TRACE COME GET THIS DAMN GIRL ." , " STAY OUTTA GROWN FOLKS BUSINESS. ". Curtis bustled towards the pair with a camera clenched in his palms. Ambience hid a sneer she so badly wanted to reveal displaying a rehearsed smile she kept in her facial bag in case of emergency. " Oh baby that one is so cute look. " Tracee cooed. Ambience eyes followed the the path of her mother's finger towards a digital screen on the back of a black metal camera. " Yea , I really like that one " hummed Ambience. Her emotions flipped within her stomach , she hating hide how she truly felt. " How much I owe you Curtis ?" question Tracee. She began reaching in her tan purse flashing a Red wallet draped in false snakeskin . " Tracee please !anything for family ." remarked Curtis , his dark beard appeared to covet a side of his face gifting all his smiles the appearance of being lopsided. " Fits him , none of them are real anyway " thought ambience. " Curt , are you sure I know these services can be real expressive , I don't wanna shot y- " , Curtis interjected Tracee insisting it was fine. " I promise , I got you. " Tracee chucked excitedly "Okay , Cuz ! "