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With the two market bags one on her shoulder and the other on the hand, Vega decided to take a shortcut through the park, grocery shopping was exhausting—- but honestly it was taking her forever to settle in the new apartment and all she wanted to do was sleeping. Feeling somehow watched, she started walking a little bit faster but not before seeing flashes. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” muttering under her breath and walking towards the male, Vega dropped both bags, ready to confront him. “Uh, I’m sorry but do I fucking know you?” Crossing her arms the brunette looked at him from head to toes. “Last time I checked taking pictures like that can be interpreted as stalking. Were you following me?”

Shooting up at the sight of her turning, god the flash, the fucking flash! His mind was a mess of screams and cries directed towards no one else but himself, in a hurry he puts his camera in his lap and just helplessly looks around. “I’m sorry!” He throws his hands up above his head. “No, it’s just - just your back, I thought it looked very beautiful and I have the urge to capture everything with my camera.” He takes the heavy object into his hands and pushes it towards her. “You can delete it, no worries, take a look and see what I captured. I’m definitely not a stalker, a little weird yes but not a stalker.”

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AIAKOS

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Hands drop the camera in his lap, follow a path until they’re hiding his pained expression. Admitting that Aiakos’ words hurt was something he never thought he would think, he takes a deep breath and drops his arms in the same place as the heavy object. “I’m sorry for leaving-” His voice was timid, tiny and quiet that if it had been just the smallest bit softer it would have brushed along with the wind for no one to be heard but himself. Eyes wander, denying a look into the green orbs of the other, ones that he once linked to his very best friend, those eyes that he enjoyed looking back into while talking. He’s scared of what he might see, the hurt he had caused or the anger the other carried along. He didn’t know what else to say, so he just left it at his last words, head lowering again.

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ROMY

“you!” fist raised in the air as if she’s in an episode of the simpsons, lowering it awkwardly once she realized. she quickly regained her temper and began stomping towards the other, yelling all the while, “the cops told you to stop following me around with that freaking…” she slowly trailed off as she neared him, suddenly realizing her assumption was off. “oh, never mind. sorry, i thought you were someone else. wait! i do know you. i think… aziz?”

aziz could pray for the grass to just eat him whole and never spit him out, her anger could be radiated from ten cities away. his eyes went wide, hands clutching the camera in his hand like he held onto his own life. when she yelled at him his expression twisted more into one of confusion, following? as she got closer he recognized the blonde, a small smile growing on his lips as she recognized him too. “i almost shit myself, thank you. but yes, aziz. you’re ro-.. romy, right? forgive me if i’m wrong, names aren’t really my fortune.” 

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ARA

his gentle tone settled her, and seemed to smooth over all her creases so that they no longer matter to her or to anyone. he spoke about his art in a way she’d never really experienced before, and it left her longing, aching for something she didn’t know she was missing. “ you paint, too ? ” she gave him a halfhearted smile, wondering if he’d show her some of his paintings. “ that’s true, but i don’t seem to have much luck with that at all. ” chortling as he spoke, she scratched at her arms, contemplating whether to show them or not. she didn’t want to weird him out, but she had a slight suspicion that he’d find it intriguing and want to use it for an art piece or something. “ yeah, that’s originially why i did it. you’re kinda hard to miss when your head is neon, eh ? ” she looked down to her lap, and dragged on her dwindling cigarette before stubbing it out completely. “ of course that’s okay, although wouldn’t you rather paint live models ? ”

aziz turned his head to look around the park again, closing his eyes at the feeling of the wind gently waving by. he sighed contently before turning his face back to the girl, eyes open again. “yes, actually! i do a lot of photography but my biggest works are mostly my paintings.” he says, returning the smile, he was more passionate about his art than anything else. “just be patient, that’s the best advice i can give you.” he gives a small nod and shuffles a little in his seat while he watches her just be human. he wasn’t quickly weirded out, seeing he had almost seen shit fly in all his life until now. “it makes you an original piece, it’s beautiful.” he half compliments her, feeling the urge just to touch her hair and inspect it up close. he kept himself from doing that and focused on her movement instead. he watched the cigarette burn out and be pushed into a small crumpled piece of paper. “live models, huh?” he says in a bit of a surprise, it had been a while since he had painted someone live in front of him, probably since the last time he had to do it in art class. “maybe i should look into that again too.”

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pure regret is what pumps through his veins right now, his face pained as he sees aiakos' expression. he wonders what the other had been through since he left, clearly seeing no positives coming from it as he had hoped what would come once aziz would leave. he hadn't exactly had the prime time of his life, he can feel the places burn and sting, spots all over his body mostly covered by dark ink, deeply hidden as one of his best kept secrets. the portrait people painted of mother's being loving and sweet totally ruined for him. he had gone through years of not being able to let people touch him intimatly, atleast not any further than a kiss. he had won the fight against that but the memories lasted, his nightmares sadly being something that had happened in reality. he hopes aiakos' time had been atleast better, his emotions just him being bitter. he stays quiet the first minute the tall male responded to him, his head bowing down in some sort of hurtful submission. "i'm sorry, kos."

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she smiled as he spoke - it was impossible not to. his voice carried such intensity, and every word he spoke was laced with affection as he talked about his work. the chat was so light hearted, an appreciated break from the troubles of the weekend, and she needed it. gently grasping the camera, she flicked through the photos of herself, as well as going back through some more, before handing it back. “ these ‘re good. ” she drew again on her cigarette, looking out across the park. she was quiet, processing. “ i think i prefer bushes, really. ” she sighed at him, chewing at her lip as she tugged her jacket around her.  “ i guess it ain’t every day y’ meet junkies with blue ‘air, eh ? what y’ gonna do with ‘em ? ”

his voice wasn't loud but the love and passion put into his words made it stronger, just the way his face would light up when thinking about art was now portrayed in his speach also. aziz was never one to turn down a bit of banter or small talk, it might not build a relationship but it's distracting and he could almost sense she needed a little of that. he watched her scroll to not only her own but a few other pictures that he had made in the past few days that hadn't gone to his hard drive yet. he took the camera from her with a friendly smile, laying it down in his lap and looking back at her to continue a conversation. " thank you, i mostly just use them to be an inspiration for my painting. " he says in all honesty, he gazed at her unusual beauty, hoping he didn't seem creepy. " you just have to pick the right people, dear. " his smile never faded, it was soft and mostly just a quiet way of showing he meant no harm. " i wouldn't specify you under junkies, but your blue hair is defenitly not what you usually see. " he chuckles. " i think i'm going to let them stay on my hard drive for a few days and eventually come up with a great painting. is that okay with you? "

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AIAKOS

piceous oil suckles at his skin and he fights to assimilate the grime. he’s wiping at his denim, tepid in his strokes. it’s futile, he KNOWS. still, he clings to the faith in antithetical hopes. something about insanity clouds his mind from a corner of childhood parables and morals. expecting divergent outcomes despite analogous stimuli. figures maybe he is. he reaches for his phone concealed within his pocket and he’s opening his messages, though no one would be interested in reaching him. HALF the possible callers are dead and the other half might as well be. the april afternoon welcomes his presence in a glacial embrace. he pulls his coat closer to his silhouette. there’s movement along the path and emerald hues rise to inspect the alien figure. “ how long— ” how long has he been avoiding him. how long has be been in london without his knowing. “ how long have you been taking pictures. ”

he lowers his camera, first checks the picture and then realizes what or rather whom he captured in a frame. his heart rate picks up, he can feel his blood run cold more from guilt than anger and if any anger only directed towards himself, he left the tall man on the opposite of him all by himself after all. old memories wash over him, memories where there were three of them but also memories where there were only two of them, left, because life just wasn’t always fair. he tries to swallow the lump that had form in his throat, he feels heavy, like there’s a massive pressure on every inch of his body. it makes him slightly dizzy, but he soon comes back to the harsh reality when he hears the other’s voice, one that used to cheer him up, make him smile on instant but now it only makes him want to cry. the two words that first fell from his lips made him slightly anxious cause there were so many possibilities to end the sentence with, but when aiakos finally finishes he can only look up at him with a pained expression. such a simple question, normally answered in mere seconds with ease but now he can’t get himself to even let one word slip past his lips, like the pressure is on them too. he clears his throat, he tells himself to man up and stop being the wuss he was right now. “just a couple of minutes.” he whispers, and if it had been told any softer the words would’ve probably drifted away with the wind without reaching the green eyed boy that was just a few steps away.

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in all honesty, she wasn’t overly bothered that he was taking pictures of her, she just wanted to know why. it wasn’t like she was anything spectacular - heck, she was just out for a fag away from the hustle and bustle of the bar. finally reaching the spot where he sat, she plonked herself down beside him and pulled out her lighter again. her sleeves rode up slightly as she reached to her mouth, trackmarks showing in the grey light of the day, and she offered the cigarette out to the boy. “ can i see ? ” she asked softly, curious as to whether he was any good or not. “ why were y’ takin’ pictures of me, of all people ? i mean, there’s some nice bushes an’ shit over there.. ” her irish accent lilted through her voice, and she puffed on the cigarette. “ ain’t nothin’ spectauclar here. ”

his brown hues trace every movement she makes, his fingertips tingling to sketch just an inch of it, he sighs deeply in frustration knowing he can’t, atleast not yet. he kind of shoots up a little from his slouched position when she practically drops herself next to him, he shakes his head at the cigarette. “ oh. “ he says in slight surprise when she asks to see instead of attacking him, he didn’t  really feel anything negative coming from her so he could have guessed. he passes her the camera and listens to her voice, thickly laced with an accent that sounded like music. “ well, “ he says with a chuckle. “ i was a little astounded by your appearance, not to sound extra weird but - “ he swings his finger in the air at loss for words. “ i love people more than bushes, it’s even better when nature and humans are combined in one picture which was actually what i went for. “ he rattles out, passion speaking loudly. “ you intrigue me, in a good way. “

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the cigarette was burning at the tips of her fingers, but she refused to stub it out. she simply didn’t have the money, and puffed on it until it was ash entirely. her hair was tickling at the back of her neck as it blew around in the wind, but out of the corner of her eye she caught the boy sitting across the park. another gust blew alongside her, and she pulled her coat tighter around her small figure. huddled up against the trunk of a tree as she tried to light up yet another smoke, she could have sworn that his camera was pointed directly at her, and she looked up for a moment. still unlit, her cigarette hung from her mouth as she gazed blanky back at him, and she raised her hand in a slight wave, setting off across the grass to get and find out just what he thought he was up to.

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his finger still rests on the button that had made the girl look up in the first place, he silently thanked himself for turning the flash off, he would have been caught even worse. slowly but surely he lowers the object he holds in his hands, he sees her wave and freezes for a second. “ fuck. “ he scolds under his breath, he shuffles in his position, being seated in the grass he looks around like a deer caught in headlights. he didn’t exactly mean to be found in his safe spot, now remembers what he does could be illegal for god’s sake! dramatic scenarios rush through his thoughts like a train leaving a wreck when she lifts herself from the grass patch not so far away from his spot. he looks at his camera, doubting his choice of deleting the pictures and saying he never caught her on tape. he sighs, the pictures turned out so well and if he ever did delete the content he would lose material for his paintings, his muse. so he decides to wait for the girl with electric hair’s reaction, while she walked over he was still stunned by her appearance, her breathtaking and unnatural hair, her slim but nice posture and her milky skin, the artist inside of him screams to take another picture but he resists. 

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He flicks the card between his fingers, making it land perfectly on the stone path infront of him in the park. His other hand is quick to take multipile shots with his camera, he lowers the heavy object back into his lap as he let his eyes wander. It was chilly in london, not like it was ever anything else than the constant rain and cold, but he prefered it that way. His picture seemed to make a better impact in these kind of situations. He spots a person from afar, just their back and he lifts his camera to his eye, focusing on the way the wind made their clothes move slightly and their hair was moving along as much as it could. He manages to snap a few pictures before the person actually looks right back at him through his lens and he knows he’s caught.

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so i dyed my hair tonight and that's why i couldn't exactly rp and this is exactly how i start most of the time but i promise i will be hella active tomorrow night and i have to work on thursday night so that might be eh. this weekend gon be a party tho you guys ain't ready.

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OkAY homies! ! ! rae is back ! ! no okay, there are some new people who are like, excuse me who r u? well let me tell u. i’m rae, a tiny child who thinks liam payne is her daddy. i’m currently 18 and still crying over 1d, goals. i was in es(h)o(e) like two or three motnhs ago but unfortunatly things got too much for me and it was time to take a step back from tumblr in general, now i’m used to everything but currently working from tuesday to friday, but that’s until next week and then i’m freee from this tiring shit. so then i can be a true eshoe and just rp in class bc that’s how i roll. 

ok so since i’ve been in this rp before i have a whole list for what aziz is like and it has a few triggers so be aware (tw; abuse, rape, depression) but apart from that he is my tiny bean and if you don’t want to read the full story just go and ask me to take out the tw’s for you and tell you bc homie i’m all in for talking about my child!

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ok pce out

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for all of you who want to hmu (dont be surprised if i dont guess who u r)

aim: txmesup

kik: n00dlesoup

indie: afternccn (highly inactive bc im obVIOUSLY A TRASH CAN)

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ALASKA

“ NO, don’t worry about it. it was my fault. i was unnecessarily cold. ” alaska smiles, fighting a grimace as she wonders how she could have come off as so cruel to someone who felt so comfortable. “ i don’t write for others. i write for myself, for now. and to show others that vulnerability — it’s not something i’m ready for. i hope that’s forgivable. ” her hands cup her coffee, thumbs running against the rim as she watches him speak, captivated by another artist speaking of their work. “ that’s beautiful, ” she mumbles, gaze falling to her lap. “ are you the same? about the sharing your work thing? ”

“ i intruded a conversation that wasn’t meant for me. ” aziz hums, fingers trailing over his jaw as he kept his hues locked on the girl with the electric blue hair. “ defenitly forgivable. everyone has a different way of coping with their creativity. maybe some day, some time you will top the charts with your writing. ” he says with a smile, squeezing his skin between his fingers as he nodded slightly before shaking his head at her question. “ i’m half of that, one part of my works are things i keep to myself, maybe a very good friend and the other part of them are going up in small art galaries, sometimes even for sale on websites, i barely ask any money for them, art shouldn’t be priced. ”