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as a psa, i will be back here w the bois whenever i can get my computer recovered with the icons i lost. i don’t have ps anymore to make more, which means i can’t be here until then, (despite my muse.) however, i am over at STRANGERISIMS, so come there and love on me and charlie, okay?
he’s a K I N G, the mirror’s are his ( only ) friends. he’d rather RUN than WALK ; forever. a H U N T E R of the storm.
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hi, i don’t know if i’ll be active here. going to make a new muse, single account soon tho.
xvoicxes:
At least she isn’t the problem here.
That irritation bubbling up in Rosalie’s chest isn’t a result of a sleepless night and voices in her head. It’s clear that he’s simply obnoxious. But, there is that little fear in the back of her mind telling her ‘ don’t risk going crazy on him’.
As much as she detests this idea, Rosalie forces herself to nod and pull a charger from her bag for him to use. This, she hopes, is proof enough for herself that she’s not manic and angry, he’s just RUDE.
“Here.”
Clearly though, it doesn’t matter if he’s the problem. She’s still meek and quiet, trying to hide what c r a z y he may be able to see.
he doesn’t think about it as he does it -- but hunter pulls out the seat a cross from her, ( only, of course, because it’s adjacent to the outlet. ) && sits himself down, plugging in his dead iphone and setting it on the table. the line between rude && hunter is very thin. the tiny difference being that he doesn’t even T R Y to be a blunt - dick, it just happens. ❝ what’cha doin’ here all by your lonesome && such, anyway ?? ❞ sigh, he doesn’t understand social cues or etiquette at all. ❝ shit -- you waitin’ for someone ?? ❞ ‘ that’d be awkward, ’ is thought to himself ; as if this already wasn’t.
❝ i D O need to go to practice. ❞ his duffle bag filled with paintballs && his gun is still in the back since they’ve parked. his usual arena is closed for repairs ( he may or may not have body slammed somebody into a window for camping. ) so the area he has to go to now is much smaller. frankly, he doesn’t want to go, that’s evident by the look in his eyes as he glances at you. ❝ while, yeah, ‘m the best -- ya don’t getta be team cap by skipping practice because ya gotta whiner in the car with ya -- ❞ he’s teasing, evident by the wolfish grin that follows.
❝ i haven’t named her yet. ❞ colton eyes his new boat as if it was ( && trust me, it is. ) the most precious thing to him on the planet. with the soft ocean breeze distorting his hair, he brushes it away. ❝ i had an idea when i was building it but i forgot -- help me name her ---- ❞ short pause. ❝ actually, ride her with me. just for a few hours. we won’t go too far off shore, i promise. ❞
badmxsician:
“Hey, c'mon,” Xio sighed, continuously prodding the other’s arm without pause. “I’m not gonna stop poking you until you pay attention to me…”
❝ look at you. ❞ short pause, so she can. ❝ now look back at me. && back to you. ❞ he’ll roll over, though, pretending like it’s to get her jabbing finger off of his arm, ( it’s really just to face her. ) ❝ see the size difference ? i’ll shove you off this bed and into next week. don’t doubt me. ❞
xvoicxes:
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( crazy girl )
( speak )
( Earth to crazy! )
No one’s talking to her but the voices. She’s dealt with this a million times. They get her so worried about ignoring someone that she talks to the air before figuring out if anyone is actually near her.
( Hey! You alive in there? )
That’s not a voice. Rosalie feels a poke against her shoulder, causing her to jump.
“-hm? What?”
he doesn’t notice what a small voice she has. of course -- not over his own. hunter has head - phones in he doesn’t think to take out when he speaks. ❝ you deaf ?? ❞ his accent could only get more cliche if he had chewing gum in his mouth. ❝ i need a charger. ❞ hunter waves his dead i - phone. ❝ do you have one i can borrow ?? i have a meet schedule ‘ppoused to be comin’ ❞
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xvoicxes:
“I’ve been here for a half hour.”
Weak argument, she knows, but it’s all she’s got. In her day to day life she finds it hard to comfort people the way she wants to given the fact that most of the pain she’s been through in her life has been caused by a secret illness. No one can relate to something not spoken of.
“I like being around you anyway.”
Rosalie’s got that odd tone to her voice that’s light and cheerful despite how serious the conversation topic is. Some people could see it as being in denial and others may just think she’s weirdly okay with pain. The second one is the closest to a correct answer with hypo-mania.
“We can watch every movie I own.”
She sips on her lemonade, bounding on her toes, clearly already excited for the not yet made plans.
“You’re right. I do know about fun. But you can learn. I don’t think you’re boring at all.”
❝ yes. ❞ it’s a very stiff yes, s t a l e. because social interaction is awkward. && he doesn’t know how to maneuver it very well when he’s feeling uncomfortable. his collar feels a bit too tight, with the hand not G R I P P I N G the cup of lemonade, he adjusts it further away from his neck. ❝ but no popcorn. ❞ that IS the dish adorned with movies, ... right ?? he’s not sure -- all he knows is that he hates butter, especially on the corn that is popped. ‘ i forget things, ’ he wants to tell her, ‘ i may forget you or where i am in the middle of our not-girly-sleepover. ’ but he doesn’t say this. it’s been a half an hour, maybe, && he still remembers her. why she’s here, what their conversation has been. he relies on luck to keep from having to open himself up to pure pity. ❝ && you’re S U R E ! you have nothing else to do ?? ❞ he’s not much of a learner but she looks like a good teacher. && while tucker feels very tiny in his own skin, he’s close to the height of the fridge. he looks down to see her. he always tries to acquire eye contact but it’s not easy. he has shifty hues, that don’t like to focus or absorb too much, because then he obtains a migraine. ❝ i’m not exactly in a ... stable condition. ❞ this he mumbles. ❝ --- not that i’d hurt you ! ❞ this is louder, quickly added.
hi pls love me n come plot w me ik i’m unquality af bc of my lack of icons rn but so much muse. pls
HOW MUCH DO YOU HATE ?? ( it is. not enough ; )
it made me seem MORE ! human ; in a world less gruesome. made me seem more n o r m a l -- among the HIGH && NEUTRAL.
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" granted, i wasn’t L A T E, ” he starts, “ i just ... didn’t show up is all -- ” yes, he knows it meant something to you, blah, blah, blah. he cocks an eyebrow, followed with a tilt of his head. “ i was on my bike ; lost track of time ... ” his motorcycle has a clock. but yanno, he’s trying.
xvoicxes:
A deep frown falls on Rosalie’s lips at his answer. Up until her ‘break-down’ before she got diagnosed, all her life she’d had close friends. There were sleepovers and parties and boys and nail polish; stereotypical girl friend stuff.
Now she’s estranged from them. They talk, see movies and eat lunch together but not like they used to. Anything that could possibly be linked to Rosalie’s illness is completely ignored. And by now they’ve stopped asking what was wrong or if she needed help because every single time anyone said anything, Rosalie would say, ‘I’m okay now. That has to be enough for you.’
Still though, she’s got friends. No more sleepovers doesn’t even make her that sad anymore because she knows she’ll go to bed and wake up a different person.
“It’s good.”
“It doesn’t have to be a girl thing…”
“We could just watch movies.”
Registry. it falls onto tucker’s thinned features quickly. ‘ oh, ‘ he thinks, ‘ it was an invitation. ‘ && while he did firmly believed with every question comes motives, he was not so sure with her. she did inquire about showers. he couldn’t think of any sneaky ideals that would involve shower inquiry. “ i haven’t seen many movies. ” he’s forgotten them of course ; besides ( ironically ) finding nemo && john q. he would stand to say he doesn’t like to do things that have a lot to do with recollection afterwards, but existing is just that. but yet he exists. for reasons like this. meek, unclear invites to unclear sleepovers. && she’s N I C E. nice to him, at least. isn’t berating him about his shaky hands or slow eyes or stutter. just talking. tucker likes to listen to people talk ; && she’s not boring. he’d take this over the radio any day. “ i don’t think i’m much fun to be around for more than a few ... minutes. ” self - deprecation isn’t something he’s familiar with, but he takes part in on it regularly. but a shrug follows, like it’s normal. “ i’d say you know more about fun than i could ever think to be able to handle. "
