Fuck Off

There's a fine line between being sarcastic and being an asshole. I happen to cross that line on a daily basis.

[alex-is-colt-deactivated2015032]

That’s not true…

[charliemunroe]

Are you feeling okay? Because last time I checked, people here either loved me or hated me, and you were part of the latter.

[alex-is-colt-deactivated2015032]

I’m not even that near to you…

[charliemunroe]

A little close for comfort. And still too close for me, plus I thought you couldn't stand being around me.

[marissa-caldwell-blog]

"I’m breathing through my nose. And that was very rude, even if you don’t know me."

[charliemunroe]

"Well, try and stop breathing so heavily, it's annoying. And I think I do know you, aren't you the 'Not-Tessa' that showed up out of the blue the other day? Either that, or everyone here is slowly starting to blur together."

[charliemunroe]

"I know I was missing something, but it definitely was not having you and your mouth breathing self near me."

[reveriestardust]

Once More Unto the Breach || Nikolai & OPEN

Nikolai had barely been an hour back on Nightingale’s soil when he had taken a seat upon the steps of the Institute’s clocktower. Just a moment to settle, to take it in, that he had finally returned to the Haven; he watched it in the grey of midmorning, the pedestrians strolling by—perhaps going to work, or shopping, or class … actually, he wasn’t quite sure just what day it was, nor did he seem to give it much care; all days blended together anyway.

But not even three minutes passed before someone took a seat next to him …

[charliemunroe]

Charlie had no schedule to follow that day as he walked through town, hoping to find someone to solve the plaguing boredom. People passed him by, each one not standing out from the next and became the same boring mess. His eyes scanned the scattered people with his hands stuffed into his pants pockets. He slowed his face, his eyes locked on a familiar face, one that he hadn't seen in a while and one that he was beginning to forget. Quietly, he walked up behind the boy and fell into the place next to him, leaning back with his arms spread on the step two above him.

He couldn't have passed up the opportunity to try and make the precog smile or even laugh like he had a few months ago. "...And to think I was about to make posters with big letters exclaiming 'Lost Precog! Looks like he's five and seems like he would have a pet bird or fish of some sort!'"

[adelia-beck-blog]

Such a shame, and waste of time. I bet your parents are proud.

[charliemunroe]

They are, don't you worry your precious little head.

[isabella-caldwell]

"Believe me, you’re the furthest thing from charming, Munroe. But if I were going to pay attention to what somebody was saying, it would probably be you. Not because you’re 'charming', but because you don’t make me want to rip my hair out.”

[charliemunroe]

"Was that almost a compliment from the youngest Caldwell? Well, I am absolutely flattered. The charm and good looks that I've been blessed with are continuing to pay off. I'm glad that I'm a personal favorite if yours."

[lilahashbury-deactivated2015061]

Never really thought you’d be the type to be into melted flesh and dangling organs Charlie, but people do say you learn something new everyday, so I guess that that’s my knowledge ingestion done for the day. Oh, you’re totally right, Anabel’s definitely not a gingersnap kind of girl. If you’ve made her angry, all you can really do is run, hide and wait for the storm to pass over. Giving her a pony won’t work either, trust me. But, your unconditional love and concern for Gabe is really adorable. If he does ever end up having a heart problem, I’ll make sure all of your fruit baskets and cute notes are put closest to his hospital bed.

[charliemunroe]

Hey, a guy's gotta have his kinks and fetishes, right? Most of the time I prefer people to keep their organs and skin intact, but there's that occasional moment where I give in to my true feelings. If you don't get her a pony, get her a rock. Maybe she'll throw it at you and that'll solve your problems. Didn't you know? Gabe is my one and only true love, we've been destined to be together since the day we met. If he had an early heart problem, my world would be shattered. Just try and solve the problem before I become reckless at the loss of my lover.

[isabella-caldwell]

"You know, it’s kind of funny how you keep talking and talking and talking, and you still haven’t noticed that I’m not listening to a word you say.”

[isabella-caldwell]

[charliemunroe]

"You don't have to keep reminding me, Bella, I know how distracted you get with my charming looks."

[quentynxmartell]

Jesus Christ, jetlag is a bitch.

But leaving behind South American weather is an even bigger bitch.

[charliemunroe]

Just the water-queen I was looking for, I haven't seen you around in a while and I was beginning to think that you've drowned by accident. Are you still doing that rejuvenating water treatment to keep you looking twenty years younger? Because you don't look a day over thirty.

[adelia-beck-blog]

Sweetheart, really? It’s like you’re practically glued to that thing, don’t you have anything better to do?

[charliemunroe]

Oh, honey, I don't really care if there's is anything better to do or not.

[marissa-caldwell-blog]

She shook her head, her fingers tugging gently at her shirtsleeves as she stared right between his eyes – a nice substitute for real eye contact, she’d always thought. “No. I’m not Tessa. And it’s not my book.” She knew it would be strange if she just turned and walked away, especially after a blunt statement like that, so despite the fact that she was standing across the room from him she reached her hand out (as if he would actually go through the trouble of walking over just to shake it). “I’m Marissa. And I already have a literature book. Two, actually.”

[charliemunroe]

Charlie took a step back before leaning back onto the edge of the table. Something about this girl was familiar to him, but he couldn't tell what it was. He watched as the girl held out her hand across the room and picked up his drink, quickly bringing it to his lips with a confused look before setting it back down. He did nothing to acknowledge the outstretched hand, instead he picked up the thick, hard covered book and waved it a little in the air. "Looks like I have to lug that thing all the way across the island to give it to her. I should have known, she's probably out listening to people have sex as usual." He took the few steps he needed to reach the other side of the room and held out his hand in return. "Well, Marissa. I'm Charlie and I shouldn't recognize you from somewhere, should I?"

[hiiraethism]

"I didn’t.. ask… for your help."

[charliemunroe]

"Well you definitely look like you could use it."

[lilahashbury-deactivated2015061]

I’m pretty sure I’m not dying, I mean, the flesh on my face hasn’t melted off yet and all of my organs are still where they’re supposed to be. All I’m suffering from is dark undereye circles and invisible digestive system damage. And speaking of my sister and our feud — not that I’d personally call it a feud — the only reason it’s going on is because of her. Adrianna told me I should bake her gingersnap biscuits and beg her for forgiveness, but I think I’d just end up with a dent in my forehead and an unhealthy amount of embarrassment. 

[charliemunroe]

The key word there is yet. But hey, you never know, it could be a good look for you. Maybe even with the terrible stench that is sure to follow, people will still talk to you. And gingersnaps? Really? I don't even know Anabel that well and she doesn't peg me as the 'gingersnap' kind of girl, but I could be wrong. If you want this little fight to end and stop Gabe from having a stress induced heart attack at the ripe age of 22, then buy her a pony. Everyone loves ponies.

[hunterbuttparrish]

"I want to do something like Bon Iver did, where he went up to his cabin and wrote."

[marissa-caldwell-blog]

"…The thing I wanted?" She echoed carefully, unsure of whether or not she was really the person he was expecting – it was impossible to know, really, with psychics running around the Institute and all.

[charliemunroe]

He spun around on his heels, shocked to see a small brunette in the doorway instead of the taller blonde he was expected. "You're not Tessa," he said, his brows furrowing slightly. "Meaning you're not here to pick up that literature book, are you?"

[lilahashbury-deactivated2015061]

I’ve been trying to get a hold of him, but his phone goes straight to voicemail, and I haven’t memorised his class schedule yet. And, for the record, I’m not dying, I’ve just got a severe case of whatever the hell this is. Wait — don’t you know Gabe’s schedule? I mean, you two are pretty close, right? Please tell me you have some sort of intel, because my next option is calling my sister, and that’ll be about as painful as shooting myself in the foot.

[charliemunroe]

You sure you're not dying? Because you definitely look the part. You might want to go home before anyone thinks that you're the start of a zombie apocalypse. I may be close with your brother, but not close enough to keep tabs on him twenty-four seven. I feel like it would be interesting to see you call your sister. I'm guessing that little feud is still going on, yeah?