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matthewpanics // PANIC !

Another late night in New Holland and, as always, Panic was out in the night, a few pre-rolls in his back pocket as he was currently smoking from one of his pipes. Now, if he were at home, he’d be using his bong for sure, but something in him felt like exploring the town as he contemplated life silently inside his mind. That was, until a familiar voice broke the silence, scaring him for a moment until he recognized the figure in the distance.

“Is that who I think it is?” Panic asked, his eyebrows raised curiously as he took a step closer toward her, seeing her face in the nearby light just a little bit. “In that case, I-I guess I could share some with you,” he replied to Amanda as he pulled out a pre-roll, handing it to the girl and holding out a lighter toward her. “W-What are you doing out so late, anyway?”

BARELY RESTRAINED TEASING it was a tough battle for her not to mimic him, too easy to compare him to a horror movie damsel, as if he’d been asking a so-called empty house who was there. she let the jay rest in the purse of her lips, as she took the lighter, puff, puff, and, lit ! a lazy, hazy smoke trail, thin and white curling upward. “thanks.” said on an exhale, smoke pouring from her lips, she sucked her teeth, an audible pop as she rolled her eyes in annoyance. “i was at this great ass party, and i don’t know, i took a shot or two and felt restless, something told me i had to get out of there i guess.” a shrug of one shoulder, casual and loose, hoping the jay would work it’s magic, and soon. “stupid question, but, you ever just feel, i don’t know ? anxious ? like you gotta get out of there.” a smirk rolled across red lined lips, “ten bucks says something shady goes down at that party or it get’s busted.”

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sportyspicebenson // ANDRINA !

“Well, the more you know,” she hummed, taking another bite from her muffin. “Oh! Do you need a bandaid? Or was it just a tiny poke?” she asked, completely forgetting that the other was actually bleeding, and probably didn’t want to stain her little piece of cloth. “They might have one inside? I could grab one.”

A LAUGH GENUINE AMUSEMENT she hummed, teasing and bright, “oh, it was a light stabbing, merely a flesh wound.” she smiled at the other, held up her hand in a finger wave, barely more than the wiggle of her fingers. a laugh hiding in the edges of her voice, “that easy to forget when it’s not you. it happens all the time.”

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lilopls // LILO !

There was one thing Lilo knew not to do, and that was judge people. Everyone had a reputation. She had a reputation. She was known for being weird and over dramatic, but there was more to her than that. She’d prefer to build her opinions on someone after actually interacting with them. “I’ve sewed up a lot of dolls in my life,” she shrugged, “or fixing the same doll… and I still end up threading my skin.”

A RAISED BROW genuinely curious despite the pain in her hand and the throbbing of her head, hangovers were not her friend. “dolls ? a childhood keepsake, or do you actually design and make them ?” it wasn’t as if she were particularly kind, always self-serving, however, helping to sell a few handcrafted dolls for someone young, someone that could have been her in the past, it felt self-serving, like reaching back in time and apologizing to yourself.

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darlingxwendy // WENDY !

( °. “ A STABBING ? “, WENDY mused as she nodded. “ i see. well, i’m sure it’ll be gone in no time. “, she said, wanting to reassure the woman even though there probably wasn’t even a need to. when the other explained how she’d gotten the small wound, wendy’s jaw dropped in understanding. “ oh – you’re into embroidering ? that’s amazing. “, the brunette asked, curious.

A BIT OF AN OVER STATEMENT less a stabbing then the pricking of a finger, still, she chuckled with a shake of her head, then paused, the wave of nausea hitting her out of nowhere, expected, though unpleasant. much like always, she swore this was the last time she’d be drinking with oogie. “it’s already done bleeding, they seal up fast.” the laugh was full throated and raucous “into embroidering ? be kind of difficult to own a tailor shop and not do it every now and then.”

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NO FUCKS TO GIVE she was in a silk robe, all soft fabric and a bored look, she took naps in the back room of the shop every so often, stayed there occasionally when the idea of going back to her dump of an apartment was too saddening. her wine glass shone tellingly in the light, even if it never had wine in it. she loved the glasses, the feel of them, though she only drank hard liquor. a margarita complete with little umbrella rested in her grasp. a hop, and a skip and she was laid out on the couch, head tilted back, eyes shut. “girl, guess who has some fun news ? nothing lucrative but god is it a kick.”

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wthiirteenthinline // HANS !

“A decent person trying to make a connection?” he quipped back, a brow raised as the beginnings of a smirk tugged at his lips. “But where’s the fun in not taking any risks?” he asked. Hans honestly doubted he would get information, but it was at least worth a shot. “Leave his office and get himself a drink, I guess,” he replied, holding up the cup. “But now you’ve got me debating if I should have gotten something a little stronger.”

LAUGH LIKE A BELL she leaned forward that last bit more, and looked at him from beneath lowered lashes. “oh but hans, i’m neither of those things.” voice synthetic sweet and thick as syrup. “and risk is only fun if it’s worth the reward, what do i get if i play along ?” talking in circles simple words with twisted meanings, tit for tat, a question answered with a question and a pair of smiles as in-genuine as the other. “good mr. westergard drinking booze this early ?” hypocritical, with her current hungover state.

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sportyspicebenson // ANDRINA !

Andrina nodded as she talked, she wasn’t super involved in the fashion world, but she liked to think she knew what she was talking about from time to time, or really most times. “Ah, gotcha. That seems to me like it’d be the most fun part! All the little finishing touches and making it exactly how you’d like it,” she agreed. “Hm. Makes sense, I guess… Oh! Those little things, gotcha! I see them in those artsy pictures on instagram all the time! I didn’t know they were actually used for that.. I just thought they were to make it look pretty.”

A RAISED BROW A SKEPTICAL LOOK it was hard to imagine someone could know that little of her world, or, at least the fashion world she was half wrapped up in, the front parlour of her shop was every bit as real, if not as lucrative as the side business. she rolled her eyes, “yeah, they’re to hold the cloth for you so you’re not making a bunched up mess, i’ve seen so many shitty embroidery and bead jobs because of that.”

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darlingxwendy // WENDY !

( °. WHEN THE WOMAN said the wound wasn’t in need of a band-aid, wendy just nodded and smiled sympathetically at her. “ alright. good. “, she said before clearing her throat and bringing her cup to her lips, taking a sip. looking down at the nails she referred to, the brunette couldn’t help but giggle. “ oh – i see. i mean, i would’ve helped you. “, wendy offered, even though she already knew the woman wasn’t going to take the help. “ where’d you get it ? the little cut, i mean ? “, the girl asked, curiously.

A CHUCKLE ESCAPED HER LIPS even as she shook her head at the other’s desire to help, it wasn’t ungratefulness, simply the knowledge that the proffered assistance was unrequited. a long drag of her mug, savoring the warmth and the bitter edge, the caffeine they knew was on the brink. “less of a cut than a stabbing, really.” her head inclined in a nod fingers playing with needle and thread that she held up to the light. a tricky feat with her nails as they were, a balancing act she’d grown accustomed to. “pricked myself working on this embroidery.”