freaking out the neighborhood

what a pair we'll be

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robbiewalker:

“Yes…?” He would’ve thought it was something universally understood, but it seemed that she had a little bit of trouble catching on to his words. He had to wonder why, and then she brought up the short time she’d only been living in the city. Still, even he knew what hot coco was when he as still in Tennessee, and he was about to ask where she was from, originally, when a strange place was mentioned.

He extended his arm before her to stop from stepping forward as a speeding motorcycle passed by at the last minute before the pedestrian light turned green, before they moved forward. “Cornwall?” He glanced at her as they crossed the street and towards the small cafe.

“ Oh - thanks, that could of a lot less fun, real quick.” Charlotte rolled her eyes at the motorcycle slowly fading into the distance, quickly stopping her forming curse word as she saw a small child walking with his mother their mother beside them. “Okay so, Cornwall is a county the south of England, think the opposite of New York, its by the sea, we surf, make ice cream and a mean pasty.” She smiled reminiscently, her eyes become cloudy for a moment, before she blinked her tears away. “I miss it,” she whispered quietly as she pushed open the cafe door, “a lot. But hey, this is my home now!” She perked up pretty much instantly with the smell of the cafe, her eyes darting around for an empty table.

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cedricl:

cedric’s living room looks like a crime scene, disheveled with newspaper articles and color-coded files scattered across the hardwood floor. they’re standing with their hands behind their head, like they’re the one being arrested, and their eyes are glued to the whiteboard in front of them. “wait. i think i have something. hey, pass me that green marker, will you?” they ask of the other, holding out their hand. “i’m so excited i could jizz my pants right now.” cedric stops, literally bites their tongue. “too far?” 

Charlotte shook her head, smirking at the mess of the room. “I’d happily give you the marker, if I could see it,” she crouched down momentarily to pick up the pen, “ I mean- there are these things called filing cabinets? Pretty neat.” She couldn’t suppress the laughter from her own joke, pressing her lips together in order to stop, only resulting in weird spluttering noises coming from her as she threw them the pen. “ Not at all too far, it’s really comforting to hear you get sexual pleasure from...whatever the hell this is.” She motioned towards the whiteboard, trying to make sense of its content.

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robbiewalker:

He gave her a warm smile, contrasting against the chilly New York air they were surrounded by. It certainly was a difficult feat to maintain such a still-positive, still-hopeful demeanor despite the bad he’d seen and done, though how much of that outlook was true, he had yet to evaluate. He finally tore his gaze away from her so he could eye the small cafe just across the street. “It’s cold, I think I want hot coco,” he said, the makings of an invitation already there. “Do you want to come with me?” It was a strange request, but by now, the woman should have known that he was, in fact, just that. 

Her eyebrows furrowed together, “hot coco?” Her mouth parted slightly in confusion, as her brain went into overdrive, “oh, hot chocolate! Sorry, still adjusting." She nodded her head towards her surroundings, “it’s coming up on my fourth month living here.” she stated, shrugging her shoulders as she delved her hands into her coat pockets for warmth. “I’d love to come with you.” She laughed gently as she walked belong side him. “But I bet you it won’t be as good as Cornwall hot chocolate, now that, is a proper drink!”

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robbiewalker:

He refused to believe she was a shitty person, and while perhaps not wholly good, she seemed to be better than what she was making herself out to be. “I don’t know,” he said, with a light shrug. “That’s nicer than what other people would do. And maybe you’ve done bad things, but that doesn’t have to make you a bad person, right?” The question was something he had to think about for himself as well, but he wouldn’t mull over that right now.

Charlotte bowed her head, tucking a stray piece of hair that had fell between her eyes behind her ear, “Your right I suppose, its not the actual action you do that makes you a good or bad person, but the reasoning behind it.” She had never thought this way before, being brought up to think that you must be bad if you do certain things, but in reality, that simply wasn’t true.

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robbiewalker:

Kinda odd, nothing unheard off from a stranger, but he didn’t take it as a bad thing this time, mostly because she didn’t present it to him in that way. If anything, it seemed like a compliment, which was a rare commodity he was able to afford. “My brain is like a pocket,” he said, the metaphor sounding better in his head than said aloud. “You know, like when you reach into your pockets and find ten dollars you didn’t think you still had. That’s my brain sometimes. I think I’ve said it all, but it turns out, not yet. Can you believe it?” He gave her a soft chuckle at that. The shitty people in question were ones he was well-familiar with, but the perpetual optimist he was, he would always see the good in others where they had fucked him over rather spectacularly. “But aren’t the shitty people the ones who write stuff on Google?” he asked, not to argue a point, but because he just wanted to know.

“You’re a gift that keeps on giving!” Charlotte laughed gently, shaking her head. “Nobody would know anything if they didn’t ask questions in the first place,” she stated with a shrug, “I think I am starting to believe it.” She had seen it take place, after all. Charlie took a moment to think about the question, tapping her foot against the concrete sidewalk, struggling to come up with a valid point. “Well, I mean…” a small sigh escaped from her lips, “Isn’t everyone a shitty person? Nobody is truly good. I know i’m not - I swear too much, and make sex jokes, that doesn’t make me a good person, so when you think about it, surely that means i’m a shitty person.”

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robbiewalker:

Kinda odd, nothing unheard off from a stranger, but he didn’t take it as a bad thing this time, mostly because she didn’t present it to him in that way. If anything, it seemed like a compliment, which was a rare commodity he was able to afford. “My brain is like a pocket,” he said, the metaphor sounding better in his head than said aloud. “You know, like when you reach into your pockets and find ten dollars you didn’t think you still had. That’s my brain sometimes. I think I’ve said it all, but it turns out, not yet. Can you believe it?” He gave her a soft chuckle at that. The shitty people in question were ones he was well-familiar with, but the perpetual optimist he was, he would always see the good in others where they had fucked him over rather spectacularly. “But aren’t the shitty people the ones who write stuff on Google?” he asked, not to argue a point, but because he just wanted to know.

“You’re a gift that keeps on giving!” Charlotte laughed gently, shaking her head. “Nobody would know anything if they didn’t ask questions in the first place,” she stated with a shrug, “I think I am starting to believe it.” She had seen it take place, after all. Charlie took a moment to think about the question, tapping her foot against the concrete sidewalk, struggling to come up with a valid point. “Well, I mean...” a small sigh escaped from her lips, “Isn’t everyone a shitty person? Nobody is truly good. I know i’m not - I swear too much, and make sex jokes, that doesn’t make me a good person, so when you think about it, surely that means i’m a shitty person.”

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ryanwalkcr:

♣ ― She tried not to, but God did Ryan flinch. Merely a milisecond later, she was scalding herself for reacting to something that she had no part in. Still, she felt bad. “You uh – you probably shouldn’t say things like… that,” the musician mumbled out. The phrase was a sore spot for the middle Walker; a phrase from her childhood that etched permanent scars into every fibre of her being. “— Good call.”

Charlotte bowed her head, “Yeh, I don't really know why that was the first thing that came to mind,” she gently smiled, “sorry about that one!” The woman laughed, “As good as that bagel is, or was, I don't think its worth getting a sti. Not surprisingly, they are kinda shitty!”

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bowiejoel:

“Watch out, Amelia Shepherd….Bowie Joel is coming for your job!” Bowie let out a laugh and shook her head. “I could never handle being in peds. I don’t even like kids when they’re healthy, let alone sick. …I probably sound like a horrible person, but they’re just so loud. I’ll take a dog over a kid any day.”

“I mean, kids are fun for like an hour, and I ain’t for them messing up downstairs and the ladies.” Charlie furrowed her eyebrows, thinking about children. “...Yeh, I think i’ll go for a dog too,” she shrugged gently, “ If you’re horrible than I must be living satan.”

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Charlotte watched the rain drops fall from the sky timidly, a bagel in one hand, her sketchbook in the other. The busy hustle of Manhattan rushed alongside her, one particular passer-by knocking the freshly bought bagel from her left hand, landing in the puddle forming beside her. “Wha- no!” Charlie sighed, rolling her eyes. “Jesus Christ, your dad should of worn a condom.” She turned to look at the person beside her, “I’d pick it up and eat it, but..” She stood silent, weighing up whether to eat it, “..nah, I don’t feel like getting chlamydia.”

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robbiewalker:

It wasn’t that he felt like he was being scrutinized for his oddity—and even if she were, it would’ve taken him a lot longer to figure it out—but he started to feel a mild sense of embarrassment at her telling him that she hadn’t had the same thoughts. “Well… I just think about stuff sometimes. Like how long it took for people to connect the water pipes in the sewage underneath or if anyone died doing it from some horrible accident or… I don’t know, how the first version of the Bible was printed if there were no printers in Jesus’ time, and how many pencils they had to use to compile all of those stories together in one small book. Stuff like that,” he rambled, and the list could go on until tomorrow, really, but he’d have to gather his thoughts to make some cohesive sense. “I don’t trust Google. Because people put stuff on Google, and I know that some of that stuff aren’t true. I’d rather hear stuff from people so I can tell if they’re lying.” He was, in fact, incapable of telling an honest person from a deceitful one.

She listened to him intently, nodding along with his points, wide-eyed in wonderment, “How do you think so much?” She shook her head, amazed, “ I think i’d explode, you have a lot of stuff going on in your brain, kinda odd...but I like it, makes you fun to be around.” Charlotte would of made a polite excuse to leave by now, but he fascinated her greatly. “I think google is more trustworthy than people, there’s some shitty people out here, the internet isn’t out to get you.” She stated her opinion with a simple shrug. She had lost trust in most of  humanity in the last few years, no longer the naive teenager she once was.

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bowiejoel:

“Greys and The Night Shift. That TC Callahan…the things I would do to him. Mmm.” Bowie licked her lips before letting out a laugh. “Seriously though. Sometimes I think I’m more qualified to be a doctor than my own doctor is. I don’t even need to go for a visit anymore. Just call ‘em up, ‘hey doc, I’ve got a serious headache. Must be a tumor in my frontal lobe. Whip me up some chemo and I’ll be headed right on in!” She joked.

Charlie shook her head laughing, “It’s not long now until you’re a world renowned brain surgeon, two more episodes until i’m a certified pediatric nurse.” She stated with a shrug, smirking widely. “your doctors just scared you are going to take their job!”#

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robbiewalker:

He managed to muster a quiet laugh, lowering his head as she made a remark towards the cab that was speeding away from them. He only lifted his gaze when she asked him the question, and almost as if he was incredulous to it, he replied, “Well, I just thought of it,” followed by a small shrug. “You’ve never thought of that before?”

“Fair enough,” she studied the strangers face, baffled by his simplicity in wanting to know, everyone had excuses for everything these days, “but I can’t say I ever have thought about it. I guess i’m always too focused on everything else?”  Charlotte looked int the street, then back at him. “You could just google it.”

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robbiewalker:

Eyes mildly furrowed as she attempted to come up with several dejected explanations, he then watched as she made her way to one of the cabs in hazard. Once he figured out what she was doing, he followed in her steps and approached the same vehicle, coming up from behind her and repeating the question. “Fuckin’ weirdos,” the man behind the wheel said before starting the engine and driving off, causing him to stand back. “I guess we’ll never know, then,” he said, turning to her. “What were you gonna say, though?”

Charlotte placed her hands on hips, walking back onto the pavement, “well then,” She smirked, raising her eyebrows, “I don’t think fuckin weirdos is the reason taxis are yellow.” She shook her head as she watched the taxi drive away from the pair. “I was asking why his taxi was yellow, but I mean, I don’t think he enjoyed my question very much...why did you wan't to know anyway?" She looked up at him, "Its kind of an odd question.”

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robbiewalker:

He hadn’t realized he’d been staring at the cabs zooming past him along the street, mouth gaping slightly with his slackened jaw. The sudden movement of the person to his side had brought him back, blinking a few times before turning to them and saying, “Why are the taxis in New York City yellow?”

The voice to the side of her caught Charlotte's attention, “ Yellow?” Charlie had never thought about this before, she stood pondering for a moment. “I... I don’t know, it could be because- no, that wouldn't make sense. How about...nope, that wouldn’t make sense either! ” She was basically talking to herself now, caught up in the question. “Wait one second, I’ll be right back!” She smiled, laughing at the situation, before confidently knocking on a stray cab’s window, leaning into the car, asking the driver the same question.

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bowiejoel:

“Medical shows are seriously my weakness. I think I spent twelve straight hours watching Grey’s Anatomy earlier and sitting on my ass eating Cheetos and Twinkies. …my new favorite game is ‘diagnose the patient before the doctors come to a conclusion’. …I’m right half the time. I know, my life’s exciting. Don’t hate me cuz you ain’t me.”

“Grey’s Anatomy is my shit.” Charlotte confessed “I mean- you could put that on your resume, become a doctor, your life is complete,” she joked, “I mean who cares about hopes and dreams!” She shook her head laughing.

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 izzyadvms:

Izzy laughs, bowing his head a little bit, “Why, thank you, but I’ve found that pretty much everyone looks like a pinball kinda gal. Or, well, guy,” he jokes, “Pinball is a game for everyone, doesn’t discriminate.” He grins a bit, “Awesome! We’re always glad to have new faces. We generally get the same crowd with the tournaments, so I try to get more faces in there. Arcade games should be played by everyone.”

“ I can assure you I’m not a pinball kind of gal... I don’t even think I know what pinball is!” Charlotte through her hands in the air dramatically, raising her eyebrows at him. “Isn’t it the one with balls that old people play?- no wait that’s bowls!” She laughed loudly, covering her face with the hood of her coat to hide her embarrassment. “Who is in the ‘same crowd’ then? I don’t really know the barcade demographic if i’m being completely honest.” Charlie tilted her head smiling, still blushing from the ‘bowls’ incident.

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cxlvinw:

“I’ve put a two-point bonus question on the last exam, and I asked them to put write something I didn’t know. So far, I regret the hell outta it. Want me to read ‘em for you?”

“I can’t even imagine what they said.” Charlotte shook her head, laughing quietly to herself. “Ok, spill, i’m genuinely curious now,” She turned to face him, “can they really be that bad?” Hopefully this would solve Charlies slump she woke up in.