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“Anyone have a hair band?”
Things Said/Heard at Rocky Horror Rehearsal ;; not accepting
“Got one over here for ya--“
Why did he have a hairband? That was a good question. Lavi’s hair wasn’t all that long, so the need for one wasn’t exactly high. However, he enjoyed putting his hair up in a tiny ponytail occasionally, to channel some sort of “bishounen” look he thought he had.
In reality, it was more like a bunny tail. Small, and a bit poofy. “Just remember to gimme it back~”
“this is the weirdest aerobics session i’ve ever seen.”
Things Said/Heard at Rocky Horror Rehearsal ;; not accepting
One foot out the window, Lavi was attempting to make an escape. This party was a lot stranger than he was anticipating, and he’d been to some weird parties. He once jumped into a Christmas tree at a party. That kind of weird. But, once a skull-shaped bottle comes out after someone mentioned something about “absinthe,” it was time to go. However, conventional means of escape(i.e. through the front door like a normal person) didn’t seem to be in the mindset of the Bookman. But someone just had to point it out.
“Y-Yeah! It’s a new one I read about– Window sills and all that jazz. Lemme get to it!” Cue the little scramble to get out of the window to escape into the night.
Things Said/Heard at Rocky Horror Rehearsal
Note: due to the nature of RHPS, a lot of these are somewhat risque, albeit in a sorta cracky way. Nothing here has to lead to direct NSFW, but doing so would be pretty easy. (So’s Janet!)
“It’s okay. My lungs are still in my body. I’m good.”
“I have plans for your fake dick.”
“It doesn’t matter! Nothing matters! Just form a kickline!”
“Please yourselves. Not literally. At least, not on stage.”
“This is why we keep the feather boas in quarantine.”
“You- you’re a lot. I like you.”
“This is when you start to get groovy.”
“I could kiss you. I could marry you. I could buy you ice cream.”
“IT’S WEDNESDAY NIGHT. WHO’S READY TO GET SLUTTY?”
“Shit, I thought this was water polo practice.”
“Biochemical research gets me so hot.”
“This is the weirdest aerobics session I’ve ever seen.”
“I claim my prize.”
“I haven’t been this aroused since Nixon was president.”
“Where are the horses? I thought there would be horses.”
“I need you to channel your inner vodka aunt. I need you to channel your inner 10,000 vodka aunts.”
“Make it weirder. I know it’s weird. But make it weirder.”
“You’re, like, a sex god. You’re like a Nobel Prize winner sex god.”
“I like to approach all my problems crotch-first.”
“Okay, who here knows the Funky Chicken?”
“I’m so proud of you. You’re going to make me cry.”
“Anyone have a tampon?”
“Anyone have a hair band?”
“Anyone have any idea what’s going on?”
“There will be no actual nudity and no actual murder-cannibalism- at least, if everything goes according to plan.”
“Where’s the glitter and why is everyone sober?”
“Don’t worry about me. I’m having a good time.”
“You fuck with my boas, I will fuck with you.”
“It’s all cool. Nothing is on fire. Yet.”
“We’re allowed to step on you if you’re in the way.”
“OH SHIT MY TITS ARE OUT”
“I’m glad that we dream about each other in the worst possible ways.”
“It’s awful. I love it.”
“You. Me. Selfie. Now.”
“Feel this fabric. Now imagine it rubbing against your nipples. Frantically.”
“We are not responsible for any weird boners you may get this evening.”
“You guys, I just- I just love you so much. I’m so happy. You guys.”
❝ ooh it’s chilly out. ❞
autumn/halloween sentence starters! ;; accepting.
“Ain’t it great?! Sweater weather, pumpkins and skeletons~ I’m excited!“ Lavi exclaimed, not realizing the other could be cold at the time. Well, until he finally settled from his happy ramble about the weather. “Oh, crap-- Did’ja need to go home for a sweater or something?“
So much for that prank.
❝ good morning. no, don’t get up, it’s raining, let’s stay in bed a little longer… ❞
autumn/halloween sentence starters! ;; accepting.
“That’s why I gotta get up! You gotta get up, too!” Lavi hopped up from the bed, and immediately went for the door. Opening it up, a smile was plastered on his face. “Since it’s rainin’, it’s gonna start getting colder!” Cue the excited little wiggle from the redhead.
autumn/halloween sentence starters! 🍂🍁🎃
masterlist of autumn and halloween themed sentence starters! some are original, but most are collected from other posts.
❝ i made pumpkin cookies! want to try one? ❞
❝ did you cut yourself carving the pumpkin? let me see it. ❞
❝ stay still i’m almost done with your costume. ❞
❝ let’s paint pumpkins. ❞
❝ hurry up! we’re going to be late for the costume party! ❞
❝ help me decorate! ❞
❝ let’s open some windows, okay? ❞
❝ it’s starting to rain… ❞
❝ bring a jacket! ❞
❝ do we really need to go to a pumpkin patch? can’t we just buy one at the store? ❞
❝ let’s go pick pumpkins! ❞
❝ it’s chilly out here, you need a coat. take mine. ❞
❝ you sound sick. are you sick? ❞
*sneeze* ❝ sorry, allergies. ❞
❝ wanna go out for halloween? ❞
❝ looks like it’s time to rake the leaves… ❞
❝ let’s go get hot chocolate then go for a walk. ❞
❝ let’s go trick-or-treating! ❞
❝ let’s go jump in the leaves! ❞
❝ come in here where it’s dry! ❞
❝ it’s dark?! already?! ❞
❝ ooh it’s chilly out. ❞
❝ please, enough with the pumpkin spice. ❞
❝ good morning. no, don’t get up, it’s raining, let’s stay in bed a little longer… ❞
❝ did you hear about the werewolf/vampire/witch roaming around this town on halloween night? ❞
❝ let’s go to the haunted house! oh, please, please, please, please?! ❞
❝ i don’t get scared. i’m practically fearless. ❞
❝ did you hear that? ❞
❝ we have to get out of here! ❞
❝ are you going to hide in my shoulder the whole time? or actually watch the movie? ❞
❝ i’m not going in a graveyard. ❞
❝ what did you get? ❞
❝ want to trade candy? ❞
❝ i got a rock. ❞
❝ don’t blame me! it was your idea to come in here! ❞
❝ what are you going as for halloween this year? ❞
❝ i just can’t wait for halloween! ❞
❝ you should totally buy that costume! ❞
❝ trick or treat! ❞
❝ happy halloween! ❞
❝ happy fall! ❞
❝ i wanna make sure that my jack-o-lantern is the best! ❞
❝ i’ll race you through the corn maze! ❞
❝ that guy in the gorilla costume has been following us for the past ten blocks. ❞
❝ aww come on! it was a prank! ❞
❝ please, please, PLEASE no scary movie marathon! ❞
❝ that wasn’t funny! ❞
❝ i keep tripping over my costume. ❞
❝ i’m not sure we should go down that street. ❞
❝ no fair! your costume is getting you more candy. ❞
❝ faster! we need to get to all of the houses! ❞
❝ forget being ‘too old’ to trick or treat. i’m doing this forever! ❞
❝ i don’t like these woods. ❞
❝ i just saw something! ❞
❝ look at that intestine cake! ❞
❝ i’m a real vampire. ❞
❝ do you think stuff really happens on halloween? like..supernatural stuff. ❞
❝ i made us matching costumes! ❞
❝ i think i just saw something move outside your window…is someone watching us? ❞
❝ you’re not going to make me carve this pumpkin all by myself, are you? ❞
❝ did you hear there’s a masquerade ball this halloween? let’s go! ❞
❝ you shouldn’t go out there! ❞
❝ s-scared? me? i’m not..scared. ❞
memory lane. ;; sophie.
Hot drinks and donuts. The quickest way to a new coworker’s heart. Lavi had been working in the shop that created clothing for about a month at that point, and for some reason, had barely connected with anyone outside of the boss who had practically conned him into working there. One stepped on dress, that’s all it took for him to wind up with a new job. But, it was entertaining at the very least. Sophie had a way of making the situation that way.
It was winter, just a few days before Christmas, and the cold had gotten to him on this particular day. The sweater he chose to wear was quite a bit bigger than necessary, and he used that additional coverage to keep his hands warm when he wasn’t carrying anything for anyone. Kind of hard to do with two dozen donuts, and a drink carrier in either hand.
Stepping inside this new place he called his occupation, the young man didn’t get the hit of hot air he was expecting. There wasn’t much of a change at all. Rupert, the office klepto, was steadily looking out into the shop, doing absolutely nothing. Lavi heard machines in the back, and that was to be expected. “I got donuts'n hot chocolate, everybody come get some!” He called past Rupert, before the swarm came in.
He wasn’t sure how everyone liked their coffee, so, he went for the standard that everyone seemed to enjoy: hot chocolate. Except for one, which he got specially made for a certain boss of his. Speaking of which, she was nowhere to be found.
“Where’s Bosslady at?” He asked the kleptomaniac cashier, only to find out she was in the back, attempting to get the thermostat to work. Guess no one decided to stick around and try to help. Strange. Grabbing one of the pieces of wax paper to get the woman a glazed treat, Lavi dipped into the back after grabbing her specially marked cup.
When he arrived to the back room, he could hear curses from down the hall. Sounded about right. Then he saw a short woman flailing her arms, trying to reach the abnormally high up thermostat. “Y’know, I thought it was warmer in here than usual, but that’s probably just radiating from your hothead.” A joke. Before she could get aggravated with him, he quickly held up the donut and drink.
“Peace offering.” A smile followed. “Warm 2% with a bit of honey. Stirred, not shaken.” She hadn’t told him her preferred drink. He’d only heard about it in passing. Thought it could be a nice surprise. “Heard you were having a bit of trouble in here. Need some help?”
@scariestofthemall
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when the night has come. ;; sophie.
scariestofthemall:
Lollygagging to fancing the women around him? Potentially making extra coin from the lie on his face? Typical Bookman procedure. Until he heard the man shout or utter “strike” in the face of one of the more beautiful patrons, this truly would be the phantom Lavi who left. Hands folded on top of the table as her gaze remained binding onto his figure.
He knew she was here; it wasn’t that hard to spot a brunette and her vulture-headed cane in the crowd. Especially when his fleeting glance to and fro the bar was most certainly obvious.If it were to be, playing the avoidance game wouldn’t ever be a bother for her to continue. As, well, the eldest Hatter was far too stubborn to give up.
Drawing back to memory, the Bookman never found the difficulty of playing the observer, practically ignoring others, depending on his wants. It explained why he off and vanished in the middle of the night, not even a goodbye in person– Sophie slipped her hand down into the side pocket of her dress, clutching her phone, hand shaking for the moment.
For the moment she withdrew her gaze from him, her eyes closed and she inhaled deeply. Her hand retracted its touch from her phone and she shook her head. Was this event at all appropriate? Was she even in the right to fume at a now stranger who disappeared so recently? Would it be easier for her to cast him off and never bother with such problems? Disassociate while she can before the world crumbled again under her feet..–
“–Huh?” She gently shakes her head, eyes focusing now on the table where a hand presents a glass and her eyes immediately scope to the face it belonged to. Irises dilate and her unwavering stare fixated on the redhead in front of her. Finally, Lavi encouraged himself to actually confront the mess which was abandoning people. Or, maybe he had just been made to do his work. Either way, words would be needed to be exchanged.
“We should probably talk.”
Never bothering to observe the glass or its content, only aware that it was milk in it, the niceties of the Bookman were short-lived from being honored in her mind. Reiterating the fact, Sophie glanced at the glass and turned back to looking at his, brows slightly raising,
“We need to talk. I suggest we take it outside if you can ‘remember’ how I am in your memory.”
Without any verification of his agreement or disapproval, the woman rose from her seat.
It would be a lie to say that he always thought of the Hatter. But she did come to mind quite frequently. They came more often when he’d just left, the regret still fresh in his system. Often were days where he thought, “maybe if I just went back, things could be normal again.” But realistically, it wouldn’t work. The bandaid had already been ripped off. The sting would be there until the wound healed. And the sting was definitely on both sides of the field.
“How could I forget~?” Sophie was quite memorable, even if she didn’t realize it. From the times she’d attempt to make a quick exit after saying something strange, to the amount of love she had for her sisters, to the late hours she’d work just to make sure everything was done, after sending everyone else home. The words he wrote in that letter were the absolute truth. She was someone he couldn’t forget even if he tried.
He hadn’t even sat down. But, he also didn’t want the drink to go to waste. “At least take the drink with you.” Lavi pushed it a little closer, before finally heading towards the door. While he was slightly dreading the inevitable yelling that would come from the short woman, it was still quite nice to see her.
When he made it outside himself, the redhead took a deep breath, and awaited his fate.
when the night has come. ;; sophie.
scariestofthemall:
Escapism was of tales her late spoke of when it came to the fictitious ideas of redemption, justice, and happily ever after. Dawning to her at the age of eight with his debilitating health, forced to endure walking with the same vulture-headed cane Sophie held onto to this day, life’s unfairness came with the understanding of variable of instability. Life remained fragile, easily stolen. With his death came the death of trust with a world that didn’t shine a sparing light for one meant to uphold debts, contracts, and promises or a business and family.
Alas, what she considered once possible in Talia had been tarnished now twice. Thudding her head, face flaring with heat, her eyes stared at the name of one who disappeared two years ago without a simple face-to-face exchange. Like a thief in the night, and once again in her life, her worries had spilled over in the form of a late notice and that time, it’d been a letter at her door.
“’Cause you’re one of those people i’ll remember for a long while. we had some good times. think of those for me, will you?”
Of course, the Hatter couldn’t forget. Practically extending a hand of trust to the redhead, the hold of him slipped as only a phantom remained. How many more times would she be needing to confront ghosts of the past, filling in spaces she thought were already not needed? She didn’t need to return to the thoughts of worthlessness when realizing how deserted and apparently lonely it was without them – She didn’t want to go through this again on Talia, where she was meant to run off.
–And how did she exactly handle this?
The scariest of them all glared with daggers readying towards Lavi Bookman Jr. from across the bar, hands folded on top of her lap. Truthfully, the spotting of the rambling and excessively chatty woman in the stilling silence repelled any potential patrons from coming nearby. One or two already tried making a heavy flirtation yet, she remained positively bullheaded to keep all attention burning at the bartender.
What could he say? Ladies dug the eyepatch. They wound up flirting, and he ate it up. Tips were tips. Plus, all the numbers he got on napkins made for good coasters at home when he was attempting to save money. There was something eating at him, though. A short woman in the corner was giving him the stink eye. He wasn’t the only one to notice it either, a coworker kept telling him to go over and talk to her. However, Lavi knew better. He knew all too well, how bad of an idea that would be.
And so he didn’t.
He kept doing his work, taking each customer with a smile and a nod. Lavi noted a couple of people heading over to talk to her, but it seemed she was having none of it. A small gulp would have been had if this were a cartoon. But in reality, it only worried him more.
By the time things had slowed down, Lavi’s coworker had told him that she’d take over so that he could go talk to Sophie. Since, she’d noticed him glancing back at her as well.
“Fine.” A sigh followed, as his expression settled. “Say, we’ve got some milk and honey back here, right?” Ah, 2%, and honey. The drink of choice for a certain Hatter. After taking some time to put it all together, he finally headed over to the table she sat at. The light clink of the glass hitting the table, followed by a small sliding sound. Silence came from him, until he looked down at the woman from his place standing next to the table.
“We should probably talk.”
when the night has come. ;; sophie.
Well crap. He wasn’t expecting her of all people to be here. While not exactly an unwelcome face, it wasn’t welcomed with open arms. Sophie was a person from his past, an employer he’d grown a bit too close to. Much too close, in his mentor and grandfather’s eyes. The entire reason he had to go was because, “Bookmen observe. They don’t get involved.” And it was hell. Probably for Sophie, too.
He could still remember the letter he wrote, tears practically making some of the letter unreadable. That same night he put it under the door to the shop. How he didn’t even tell any of his other friends there goodbye. But her. She had to know he’d never forget her.
“Shit.” He really messed up. A sigh escaped the redhead as he got up, pulling the eyepatch over his perfectly working eye(it’s a fashion statement, okay.) and stretched. Despite his sadness by having to do that to someone, he’d still have to own up to it. Because this time, he’s going nowhere. And, he still had to go to work. Shit, he’d told them where he worked in the chat. Rubbing his face one good time, he made his way to work.
A hop, skip, and a jump(plus a bus fare) later, and he was there at the restaurant. “I’m here for the night, boss--” He let the owner know, before stepping behind the bar and donning quite the bartender persona.
@scariestofthemall
Starting here, I’ll be affiliated with another group, so please unfollow if you’re not wanting to see any of that! I’m keeping old posts for nostalgia factors, but apart from that, this is a whole new Lavi!
It’s time that we got moving on.
Everyone has days where things just feel off. Like something changed in the world and things just don’t feel quite right. Today was one of those days for Lavi.
Perhaps it was the dark clouds that covered the sky, combined with the chilly morning. When things were dim and cold, people had a way of finding their inner sorrows. Even for the typically happy redhead. It was a feeling that couldn’t be shaken.
Maybe someone died and he hadn’t found out about it. Maybe people were leaving. Either way, this eye patched individual was just plain down this morning. It brought on thoughts that he didn’t want to think about. Such as whether or not it was a good idea to come here in the first place. His grandfather could always use help, and he didn’t have to go to an entirely different country to give him space. Or the idea that he was wasting his life. A waiter wasn’t a good occupation choice for the future.
There was plenty of woes to go over. Plenty of regrets, and words unspoken, and activities never approached. But there was still enough time to conquer those issues, right? It wasn’t like the people around weren’t going anywhere. But that’s where even more thoughts came in. Luckily he caught himself before things got too bad.
Even if people left. Even if they sent their paths didn’t cross anymore. They were still embedded in memories, and those weren’t going anywhere. Even if they never talked anymore, they’re going to be in their heart for decades to come. The fact of the matter was, even if people went their separate ways, it never means they’re gone for good. The internet was a magical thing. Even if they weren’t close, contact could still be made.
That thought made things a little easier. It was his way of coping.
Perhaps today wouldn’t be so bad. He’d take the day off. Sit out in front of his apartment complex for the day. Taking the time to appreciate what was around him was necessary, because who knew for how long it’d actually last.
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