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fogdriven:

meeting  him  for  coffee  was  probably  the  very  least  she  could  do  for  riley  all  things  considered.  for  the  past  five  years,  her  guilt  gnawed  at  her.  some  days  it  was   non - existent   and  others  she  felt  like  she  could  sob.  she’d  been  doing  what  was  best  for  riley  her  entire  life  and  it  had  been  time  to  do  something  for  her.  she  just  wished  that  he  could  see  that.  with  a  warm  drink  curled  into  her  hands,  she  settled  into  the  seat  across  from  him.  surprise  brightened  her  features  when  he  slid  a  present  across  the  table  towards  her.      “  you  didn’t  have  to  get  me  anything.  ”      she  said,  a  grin  plastered  to  her  lips.  he  was  a  college  student,  after  all.  he  should  be  saving  his  money.  she  look  from  him  to  the  gift  before  she  began  to  pull  off  the  paper.  within  the  paper,  there  was  a  book.  one  that  made  her  heart  clench,  tears  sting  her  eyes,  and  most  importantly  :  brought  back  WONDERFUL  memories.          CHARLOTTE’S  WEB.         one  of  her  favorite  books  that  she  would  always  read  riley  at  night.  she  flipped  through  the  familiar  pages,  smiling  down  at  the  pictures.      “  thank  you,  riles.  ”      

“  funny  how  people  always  say  that  after  someone  gets  them  something  like  they’re  going  to  go  and  take  it  back.  ”       simliar  to  how  their  father  had  always  said  the  same,  marking  a  present  from  his  son  as  unnecessary,  but  then,  in  true  jack  fashion,    proceeded  to  make  riley  feel  like  utter  shit  for  not  getting  him  anything.  he  succeeded  in  hiding  how  much  her  reaction  to  receiving  the  book  swelled  his  heart  with  an  UNTAINTED happiness.  he  would  never  be  able  to  pay  her  back  for  the  years  she’d  given  to  him  and  his  brother,  but  that  didn’t  mean  he  wouldn’t  try.       “  for  the  dollar  that  it  cost  me,  you’re  welcome. ”       he  rocked  back  on  his  chair,  a  smile  from  ear  to  ear  as  he  pondered  his  next  words.       “  you’re  especially  welcome  as  i  know  you’ve  arranged  for  me  to  shoot  with  some  top,  sun-kissed  californian  photographer,  right  ? ”       there  is  a  playfulness  in  his  tone  and  his  eyebrows  raised  as  far  as  they  could  reach.

[blackvcils]

confidantcs:

CLIO

xue didn’t mean to dig so deep during a first encounter, but the blonde woman was pretty, and had something about her that xue couldn’t help but like. this wasn’t entirely out of the ordinary – xue couldn’t be called standoffish – but when mixed with forks’ calm atmosphere it created good-natured tactlessness. “not to be too bold,” she said, “ but i would love to hear your story.” @blackvcils

“you’re right-- that is bold.“ bold enough that it had the potential to compel the blonde to answer - unfortunately, by its very definition, potential meant for a future development. clio hoped that by playing her own game with the other, she would decide how quickly that future would come.  “some say it’s rude to ask a woman’s age. i say it’s rude to ask her for a story time moments after a first meeting.”

[blackvcils]

CALL 📞 ➸ CHRIS/RILEY

CHRIS: Well, yeah, I get that I don’t /have/ to, but-- God- you’ve really got the /best/ damn smile in the world…I just wanna see it as much as possible. I guess I’m kind of greedy like that… [ he pauses ] You wanna spend the /whole/ night with me? [ unafraid to sound eager, his beaming smile is evident in his voice ]-- Hell yeah. I’d like that...a lot, actually. But I'm a little rusty on the whole human dating hierarchy-- does this mean we’re, like, official now? I mean, I’ve been telling people I’ve got a boyfriend for a while, but it’d be nice to really...--/know/, you know? [ he laughs ] You’re too fucking cute sometimes-- it’s a little gross-- but as much as I love a good conspiracy theory, I might have a better suggestion.

RILEY: Braces were a pretty sick invention, huh? Allow me at least a few hours sleep, then yeah, the whole damn night-- /with you/. [ he pauses ] If /official/ means that I get to delete my Tinder, then, yes. [ he manages not to laugh ] I'm /joking/, of course-- I deleted it the week before last-- but, /seriously/ ... I'd want that-- I mean, I DO ... want that. But, like, you've /told/ people about me? What do you say? About me? [ he rolls his eyes ] What's the suggestion? Not that I don't already know.

[blackvcils]

ofprcyers:

                   BETWEEN BABYSITTING AND GALEN’S bookstore, it wasn’t enough cash to sustain her and her mother. so she managed to pick up a job as a bartender at purgatory. sure, it was– not anything lennon ever saw herself working at but money was money. it was around 2am and people were finally starting to leave. but the person who sits at the counter earns a groan from lennon.  ❝  didn’t you hear ?? they said LAST CALL fucking fifteen minutes ago,  ❞  she snaps, slamming her rag down on the counter.

                  ❝  LENNON, CHILD, THAT’S NO way to talk to a C U S T O M E R.  ❞  the glimmer in her eye suggests that she wasn’t as serious as she perhaps should’ve been. there were no clients around, the last one having left moments before clio had done the last ground checks for the night, but it was only someone in their right frame of mind that would’ve noticed that-- the girl in front of her clearly was not in hers.  ❝  you look like death has swallowed you up and spat you right back out. something troubling you that i should know about ?  ❞

[blackvcils]

bvdlove:

galen’s bookstore was something that he was INCREDIBLY proud of. it was his life blood at this point and it was a good ( and rare ) day when he got to spend the day in the store. a loud BELL ringing over the door made him turn around, greeting the person when he realized whoever was working for him today was busy.  ❝  good afternoon. it looks like everyone else is busy so you get me. how can i help you ?  ❞

❝  you must be a big deal if everyone else has to be busy before you do anything.  ❞ the boy remarked, his tone on the dry side, though his smile was a clear indicator of his lack of malicious conviction. it didn’t take him long to sight his intended purchase - he was a regular, came by at least once a week - and it just so happened that the stand was situated by the man that’d greeted him moments before. ❝  you’re basically living my dream.  ❞

[blackvcils]

a man: hey you're really pretty

me, a lesbian: i have the plague

[blackvcils]

fogdriven:

A  change  up  in  schedule  always  threw  a  wrench  into  her  day.  Assembly  day  meant  classes  were  shorter  than  normal,  but  it  also  meant  that  getting  from  classroom  to  classroom  was  a  lot  more  difficult.  Grace  seemed  to  be  on  Bella’s  side  for  once.  She  sailed  from  class  to  class  without  so  much  as  knocking  into  someone.  Leaving  her  last  class,  she’d  thought  that  she  was  safe   :   until  she  caught  her  toe  on  the  door  and  tripped  forward.  In  order  to  save  herself  a  bruised  face,  she  let  her  books  fly  to  the  floor  and  caught  her  balance  before  she  meets  the  same  fate.  Now  comes  the  difficult  part    :    snatching  papers  and  books  from  under  the  feet  of  her  classmates  as  quickly  as  she  can  while  they  shuffle  by  without  so  much  as  a  second  glance.  

@blackvcils

It  was  something   about  the  white  coat  that  bred  a  certain  level  of  intimidation  from  the  freshmen  and  juniors  alike  ;  perhaps  not  his  direct   intention,  but  it  did  allow  the  Doctor  a  clear  path  in  the  adolescent-filled  chaos  as  they  broke  away  into  separate  lines  wherever  he  walked.  A  series  of  thuds  sent  vibrations  through  the  floor  and  into  the  rubber  soles  of  his  shoes  -  he  responded  with  a  crinkled  forehead  and  an  aimless  search  for  the  creator.  The  new  clear-cut  path  made  it  easy  to  spot  the  source  of  the  noise  :  a  girl,  surrounded  by  a  puddle  of  her  textbooks.  Light  on  his  feet,  he  made  his  presence  known  by  clearing  his  throat,  a  bend  in  his  back  as  he  started  to  clear  the  floor.    “  That’s  too  many  books  for  one  pair  of  hands.  ”    He  spoke,  rather  redundantly ,  a  careful  eye  on  the  girl  and  where  her  hands  were  in  relation  to  the  moving  crowd.    “  Careful.  You  don’t  want  to  go  losing  a  finger.  ”

[blackvcils]

riley  failed  miserably  at  waiting  for  the  other  to  sit  before  revealing  the  gift  he’d  had  stashed  under  his  jacket  for  the  duration  of  his  journey  to  the  coffee  shop  ;  it  seemed  he  had  an  irrational  fear  of  her  popping  up  behind  him  on  his  short  walk  there  and  spoiling  the  surprise.    “  see,  ”    he  slid  the  shoddily  wrapped  package  across  the  table  (  it  had  a  bow,  at  least,  even  if  it  had  recycled  from  one  of  his  own  presents  ).    “  i  didn’t  forget--  i  just  couldn’t  afford  to  post  it  to  you.  pretty  sure  driving  down  would’ve  been  cheaper.  ”    it  was  partly  true,  the  exaggeration  but  a  custom  for  the  boy.    “  and  --  technically  --  it’s  not  late.  technically  it’s  early.  ”    with  his  elbows  rested  against  the  table’s  edge,  he  urged  his  sister  to  open  the  gift  with  a  nod.   “    go  on.     ”

@fogdriven 

[blackvcils]

daringlilac:

“okay, but this..”she spoke, pointing at the coffee in hand. yes the events of recent times had been tragic, but, everyone had to go back to normal. although, liena knew it was probably hard for those who lived in this place and personally liena couldn’t see that anything could go back to normal.”this tastes awful..look just taste it or recommend me a decent place to get my caffeine fix.”

“i don’t need to taste it to know how awful it is-- it’s the wrong shade-- like not to be dramatic, but toilet water looks like the more appealing option.” riley remarked. “you can’t really go wrong with starbucks-- i asked them to put my instagram handle on the cup once and they did. you don’t see this place doing that.”

[blackvcils]

CALL 📞 ➸ CHRIS/RILEY

CHRIS: [smiling, albeit remorsefully] That makes me…/so/ damn happy to hear, Ri--I know maybe I shouldn’t say it, considering what we just saw, but it’s the truth. I just want to do whatever I can to help you hurt a little less. [at the last comment, he pauses. he is not displeased or upset, just unsure]. Hold on [he lowers his phone and mumbles something to someone before returning]. I think Carlisle’s cool with sending us home. I know you’re exhausted, but I can come by again for a little while. I’ll stay with you until you fall asleep, if you want me there.

RILEY: Yeah? [ he mumbles, sorely ] You don't have to do that, you know-- and you do know-- but you do it anyway, because that's who you are. [ he waits for Chris to return, wrapping himself into a tighter cocoon ] /Just/ until I fall asleep? [ he hates himself so sounding so desperate ] Can-- Chris, can you stay? Like, for the night? I have a PlayStation-- or I have my laptop. I don't really know what you do [ he pauses ] for fun, besides me-- doing stuff ... with me. I-- oh!, I also have this book. I bought it the other week-- it talks about the Earth actually being hollow ...-- it was on sale.

[blackvcils]

thcrnedroses:

          WHILE DEMETRI HAD no interest in attending the carnival, he had certainly been close by. close enough that he had no issue catching sight of the travesty that graced the fairgrounds. call him a curious soul, but he simply couldn’t stay away from places where trouble could be brewing. holding the days paper in his hands, even if he hadn’t been there, the story was plastered over the front page, not to mention another several scattered throughout the rest of the paper.     ❛   and here i was beginning to think forks was just another sleepy town. who knew it’d continue to prove me wrong ?   ❜     he speaks aloud, though not to anyone in particular or in the hopes of a response.

          THE PAPERS HAD ALWAYS been so good at lying ; it was as if their purpose were to bend the truth to the will of the highest bidder - with the recent tragedy, the highest bidder had been the vampires. alas. the printed news had always been good for business and having a paper or two at the bar for waiting customers had become an essential ( it was clio’s way to rationalise a visit to the convenience store ).        ❛     what would you know about sleep?   ❜       the blonde remarked, her gaze on the paper stand that faced her and not on the enquirer. forks had only been a home to clio for a matter of a few years, yet the idea of sharing it with The Nasties made her  ITCH -- they were everywhere : an unavoidable, unnecessary evil. 

[blackvcils]

text || jasper ➳ carlisle

JAPSER: Thank you for believing me, I know I hardly deserve that.

JASPER: Take your time. I think I'm ready - I don't know where else to turn at this point.

CARLISLE: Isn't that that be my decision? To assess what you deserve? Did you not feel that you could come to me before? If not, Jasper, do you know why that is?

[blackvcils]

CALL 📞 ➸ CHRIS/RILEY

CHRIS: Yeah it was awful. I've seen.../a lot/...of death, but it just--it never gets any easier. I wish I could take the memory from you--I really do. But you know I'm here for you, right? Anything you need, whenever you need it. Just tell me how to help you. And yeah, of course it's reasonable. It's not /mourning/, it's just [he pauses] /processing/, you know? Maybe you should talk to someone--like a therapist or something.

RILEY: I know you are-- and I appreciate that. Sometimes I just don't know what help I need. Sometimes I just want-- /you/ ... to be there, doing nothing in particular-- you could just be sitting there and it ... it gives me /something else/ to think about, you know? I promised that I wouldn't ask so much of you, but the truth is that I'm really fucking lost-- and I' not saying that that now I'm found or whatever, because that's so /stupid/, but-- maybe I'm not so lost ... when you're around. [ he speaks quieter, almost inaudible ] I already /have/ one of those, Chris.

[blackvcils]

CALL 📞 ➸ CHRIS/RILEY

CHRIS: Hey [spoken somberly]. How are you holding up? I am so, /so/ sorry I had to leave you, baby. I feel like shit, but I think Carlisle thinks this is something big--I don't know. [He pauses and exhales] I should come back...

RILEY: Hey [ he whispers ] I ... -Don't-- worry. I'm fine-- I mean, I'm not /fine/, at all-- every time I try to close my eyes ... /she's/ there-- a girl I don't even know-- [ there is a momentary silence ] and ... there's nothing to /joke/ about-- because it's not a joke. It's /so/ real, Christopher, and I'm not used to that. I have school in a few days-- is it reasonable to take time off to mourn a girl I don't even know?

[dailyrebekah]

i don’t really care to be somebody’s second-best.

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