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“You can’t wake up, this is not a dream You’re part of a machine, you are not a human being With your face all made up, living on a screen Low on self esteem, so you run on gasoline”

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irxnhead

“S --- Stay away from me! I --- I didn’t do --- anything!”

A FRANTIC, shuddering step back is taken, hands raised as though to protect herself { as though she could ever stop him } --- a bad creature to SURPRISE and a worse one to frighten, and you’ve managed both.

#irxnhead #{ v } this town; there's something wrong with it.#sorry this a bit late ;v;

cxchise:

“You don’t — “

He was going to say sorry but his voice drifted off. It happened some days, apparently it was a side effect of traumatic events. Adjusting his glasses, he took a deep breath and tried to meet her eyes. Appearing calm might not be an option but she had been kind and he could be in return. Somehow she seemed as nervous and JUMPY as him.

“I must look kinda pathetic. You don’t have to be sorry, thank you. For your concern.”

It was hard to remember the last time someone had noticed him at all.

“It’s the studying. My mind’s not in it. I think I might need a coffee.”

“No, no --- not pathetic! Just --- kinda sick.”

She spirals, wanting in equal measure to turn and be gone and to stay, to speak, not to be alone. He is a MAN and that has her hackles raised, somewhere behind the whimpering outlier that her is her shuddering tone, but she is TIRED and lonely and he is not, in a RARE show of mercy from the town, on fire.

“Studying --- oh. Maybe you should --- take a break. Not that I --- I mean, my opinion isn’t --- I’m --- sorry.”

STUDYING. It occurs to her, suddenly, that she should be in college. That if she were normal, she WOULD be. Jealousy is a terrible thing to add to the cocktail that is her current mood and yet there it is, pouring in alongside the fear and the strange guilt.

#cxchise #{ v } always like this.#sorry this took a bit dear!

cnething-blog

like this for a starter while i work on icons, yeah?

#ooc.#guess who didnt actually make any icons #its me cos im terrible

like this for a starter while i work on icons, yeah?

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atehxr:

“Silent… Hill?”

It’s alien – rolling off her tongue with a bitter discomfort that leaves her staring blankly at her & wondering if Silent Hill was ever a place that has ever been touched upon in Geography. Somehow, looking at the mist swirling & dancing at their feet, she very much doubts it.

“You shouldn’t --- go there.”

And she finally seems to WAKE UP, leaning cautiously nearer. A hypocrite she may be, and cruel, and frequently falling and rebuilding and falling again, but she WAS KIND once. She knows she was. And while she is going to Silent Hill for reasons she cannot name { to find mama, to find daddy, to find brother } she knows that another should not be there.

“This town, there’s --- something wrong with it.”

#atehxr #{ v } this town; there's something wrong with it.

cxchise:

The study notes had begun to blur and it had nothing to do with his glasses. Concentrating had become hard since everyone had returned. His mind often drifted off, unfocused with memories that couldn’t be drowned out. The gentle voice of a woman startled him but not in an obvious way ( he was getting better at that ) and he glanced up, trying to remember what she had said.

“I’m — yeah, I’m okay. Thanks.”

“Oh --- I’m SORRY.”

For surely if he is well he does not NEED her help, surely such would be an ANNOYANCE at best from someone like her. How sad it is, to feel guilty --- to feel pathetic! --- for feeling concern for another. Head dips, dark hair spilling over her cheeks and hiding her eyes as hands shifts nervously at her sides.

“I --- I was just --- you looked --- I’m sorry.”

#{ v } always like this.#cxchise #aaah no problemo!!!#im v excited 2 write with you

atehxr:

Hand is retracted, raised only to attempt to rest against the swell of her shoulder to see if she was okay. Woah, weird. A sharp inhale and the sheepish rub of her nape is enough to unveil her discomfort. Perhaps the excuse of being lost would be a totally okay reason to contemplate invading her precious personal space.

“Ah, no I was just wondering… where we are?”

“Oh --- yeah. We’re in --- right outside Silent Hill.”

While that tiredness still weighs her syllables like lead, the mention of the town seems to WAKE HER UP just slightly. She shakes her head once, body turning so that she can face the direction the town resides.

#{ v } this town; there's something wrong with it.#atehxr

pcrsuasive

It is, very likely, not every day that one comes upon a girl laying upon the ground in a cemetery admiring a knife in the wee hours of the morning. And yet that is how she’s found, entire body shuddering and eyes far away. She doesn’t even NOTICE the stranger approaching her.

“Did it. I did it. I --- I did it, I ---...”

#{ v } escaped.#pcrsuasive

cxchise

“Are --- Are you alright?”

She rarely talks to STRANGERS --- let alone men --- but he looks so shaken that whatever GOOD is left haphazardly inside her, amidst the cracking and the blood, stirs and summons her to SPEAK.

#cxchise #{ v } always like this.

unstableprank

“Don’t TOUCH me --- !!”

Words spew, venomous, from thin lips as she pushes back from him, expression stricken with sharp sharp anger and --- FEAR? His own expression evidently alerts the girl to her MISTAKE; he’d not INTENDED to run into her. Oh, oh no, oh ---...

“I’m --- I’m so sorry! I thought --- that --- I’m sorry!”

WHAT A SHIFT! Anger is replaced with guilt, with meekness and with APOLOGY as quick as the pull of a trigger.

#unstableprank #{ v } always like this.

cnething-blog

ive got like 4 followers but imma put this out here anyway — like this for a starter!

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atehxr

“I’m --- sorry,” she says, but voice is empty of inflection and heavy with exhaustion; low - pitched with the exhalation of her breath as though merely BREATHING is difficult beyond measure. She cranes her head to face the other, expression as unreadable as her voice; though dark eyes do not meet the stranger’s.

“Am I --- in your way?”

#atehxr #{ v } always like this.#yoooo #heres ur starter dear!

watchedhimdie

“Oh, I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry --- !! I’m so sorry, I’m sorry, I was just --- I’m sorry.”

She kneels quickly, hastily picking up the phone she’d knocked out of his hands when he’d run into her and offering it back, shoulders hitched and head ducked. DON’T LOOK INTO HIS EYES --- at least, not until you’re certain he isn’t ANGRY with you.

“I --- I hope it isn’t broken, I’m --- so sorry.”

#{ v } always like this.#watchedhimdie #air guitars #cLARY WELCOME

cnething-blog

ive got like 4 followers but imma put this out here anyway — like this for a starter!

#ooc.

dawnbringing

“Oh --- I’m --- I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to --- I’m sorry, I ---...”

Such apologies spill from her lips for the GRAVE SIN of merely looking at the stranger for too long, and she hastily averts her eyes, dark optics studying the concrete beneath her feet with over - attentive PANIC. please don’t be angry. It is hard not to stare when the TOWN makes her see things that are not there --- like rotting meat and FIRE.

“I --- I’m sorry, I was just ---...”

#dawnbringing #{ v } always like this.#heres ur starter dear!

ive got like 4 followers but imma put this out here anyway --- like this for a starter!

#ooc.

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