dizzy astor.

when you finally find it, you'll see how it's faded. the underside is lighter when you turn it around.

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The stern disposition he considered adopting fell through the cracks as he decided to embrace the other, gratitude gracing otherwise unexpressive features. “–D’aw, thanks. That’s super nice.”

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jacksonxsmythe:

Just by the look in his eye, Jack could tell that he was just about checked out. There was a certain look that came into a college students’ eye around this time of year, and he’d be lying if he said he was always so confident considering finals himself. He snorted slightly, lips curling just so as he shakes his head. “– Don’t worry, man; I’m sure you got this. Just keep in mind that sleep if your friend and living off Red Bull is not recommended.” He grins. “How many papers you got?”

–And it’s not like his entire semester was going poorly. He had maintained a very strict, well ranked place in his courses for the first few weeks. Finals were that first drop of a quick-to-come storm; the ripples had spread to the bank of his figurative river and boy oh boy, were the fish hidin’ tonight. “Red bull is the devil’s juice. I’m not good with caffeine.” Diz had a lot of natural energy, made apparent by vacant eyes and his almost-passive way of existing. “Maybe one or two. Maybe five. They all kind of mash together.” 

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sassycowboyfest:

Marty was now facing Diz, a familiar face to him. Unfortunately he knew the other guy wouldn’t be able to help him. “Musical Analysis, it’s kind of complicated and I guess at this point I just need to try again.” He sighed and looked at the night sky. “I usually say things from the top of my head and I tell people they are old sayings, it’s silly I know.” He chuckled lightly.

“Oof, yikes,” he murmurs with a sympathetic shrug. “That sounds like a whole lot. What happened to ya bud? Just weren’t feelin’ it? You were killer at your show!” Dizzy shakes his head, letting himself grin a little bit. “No, I get it, I get it. It’s a lot different when it’s in textbook form, I’m sure. I feel the same about movies.” Scuffing the toe of his boot on the concrete beneath them, he nods. “That is pretty silly. But hey, you do you.” With that, he winks, lips curling into a wide, toothy grin. 

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jacksonxsmythe:

“I’m not too worried about finals….” Granted, he only had two - one on Tuesday and another Wednesday - so perhaps his lack of unease was little explanatory. “I mean, so long as you study okay it shouldn’t be too much of a problem, yeah?”

“– Yeah?” He’s stopped caring. He swings continually back and forth on the pendulum between competence and uninspired, and at this point in the year, he’s closer to uninspired. Unmotivated. Apathetic. Tired. “Well I have more papers than exams...” Nervously, he snags his lower lip between his teeth. “I really just gotta bust through ‘em.” 

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sassycowboyfest:

“Guess who has a final tomorrow and haven’t studied anything at all. It’s this guy here.” He pointed to himself and scoffed lightly. “This will probably stop me from graduating and it’s going to ruin my summer, but it’s like that old saying, what can I do? Is that even an old saying, I’m not sure anymore. I don’t know.” He sighed and looked down to the street. 

“Well that’s not optimal,” Diz murmurs to the other, brows tugging closer for a moment. “What’s the final on? Is it too much to study for like, right now?” Most of his finals he’d already taken, so there wasn’t much for him to do. “It doesn’t sound very old, but that might just be me.” His words trail off a bit, eyebrows still creased with worry. 

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ray-does-art:

Ray was surprised by the reaction coming from the guy. He wasn’t sure what was wrong, because the guy looked like he had before - just something had changed about him. He wasn’t sure how he could help, really. “Hey, ask for David,” he tried. “He’ll sort you out. Real sweet guy.”

And because there was one thing going on tonight that might distract the guy, Ray had an idea. “And,” he looked at his watch - well, it was still a while off, “Don’t know if you watch the Lax Championships, but there’s a public viewing of the Navy-Yale game over at the stadium.” He half-turned and pointed in the other direction. “Exactly the opposite direction - if you want to get away from the library afterwards.”

Dizzy takes note of name he’s been told, offering a small bit of a smirk to grace his lips. A little bit ironic, but he’ll take it. A quick nod in understanding, before he’s got on that same ol’ dumb grin. “David – gotcha.” 

“Oh, I just came from the stadium!” A wave of relief washed over him – now he could have plans. Maybe he could meet new friends there. Have something to drink, relax. This whole new-student thing was putting him a bit on edge. “What time does that start? I’ll definitely be over – especially ‘cause... aren’t there food trucks around there?” He shakes his head, realizing he must be keeping this guy too long. “Sorry – thanks for all the help! I’m Dizzy,  n’case I see you there.”

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amani-jaiden:

“Yeah, super,” Amani offered the other a tiny smirk as they headed off towards the library together, nodding a bit as he listened to them explain though the pamphlet probably would’ve been enough to give all that away. Amani remembered all too well when he was in the same boat — carrying around a map of the tiny campus around his first week as he tried to find his way around. Now he hardly had to think about the path to the library, his feet carrying forward out of memory, “I do. I’m on the Sophomore floor. I’ve been here all semester pretty much but it feels like it’s been longer. I’m taking a lot of pre-med classes so…lots of studying involved. The library is really the only place I can concentrate properly.” 

“Oh, true. I’ll be commuting next semester. I got an apartment around Northern Liberties.” He says, his mind trailing off to rent dates for a moment. “Yikes. That’s ambitious. How are you liking it so far?” He figured he should try to stir up at least a little bit of conversation. From what the other was saying, it sounded like they were both rising juniors. Maybe he’ll see a little bit more of this guy later? “Do I need a student ID to get into the library? I haven’t gotten to the part of the day where we get those taken and printed.” 

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emily-simon:

“You ought to be a motivational speaker,” Emily remarked, though a smirk poked its way between her words nonetheless. “Maybe entering the void can be liberating — I mean, graduation is one milestone, sure, but constantly worrying if I’m disappointing myself and everyone around me? Now that’s the sort of gift that lasts a lifetime… you know, I’m not usually this morose; I’m just out of paint today.” She considered his scenario thoughtfully, brows furrowing together contemplatively, “I’m going to be really pissed if we’ve got a whole set of regulations in whatever afterlife awaits - especially if it involves something as mundane as finding a laundromat while I’m waiting for the gates of hell to open. Dante really didn’t prepare me for any of this.”

“I think I’d get sued, or something.” He mumbles, pulling his legs up to the chair he was seated in, sitting like a toddler would on a colorful carpet. “I was just quoting a television show at you, sorry friend.” He listens carefully at her mini-rant of sorts, and offers an empathetic, however lazy shrug. “Where did all of your paint go? Is it because of finals?” Dizzy felt a little... spun around by all of this. He had set up half of the conversation and he’s already down 0 - 1. “I think I want my layer of purgatory to be Candyland. You know, like the board game? That jawn was lit.”

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ray-does-art:

Ray returned that big smile with nod of his own and a ‘you’re welcome’ before the next question stumped him. “Um…” Ray pressed his lips together. Student ID? He had no idea. “You gotta ask one of the librarians, sorry. Can’t help you there.” He shot the guy a grin. He hadn’t had one of those in a while.

    That word sort of staggered him. He flinched a bit when the other says it, and some of that wild grin that lifted his features was chipped away. A chill rolls up from the base of his spine at the small of his back, up to to his shoulder blades. He won’t tell the other about his fear for librarians, but it sure as hell was tugging at his nerves. “E-Er... thank you, pal-o. Sorry. I’m new. All the buildings kind of look the same.” 

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amani-jaiden:

“I’m in the library every single day, no joke. I could show you where it’s at? I was actually heading there right now myself,” Amani shrugged, offering the other as he motioned the way with his head, waiting to see if he’d tag along or not.

“Oh, super convenient!” He nods flashing the other a quick grin before he moves to walk along with them. “Every single day? Do you live on campus? I’m not an official student yet – my orientation was today and I’m giving myself a little bit of a tour.” He murmurs, holding his New Student Experience Day pamphlet. 

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ray-does-art:

Ray stopped, looking up when someone asked him something. He followed the guy’s searching look and nodded. “Well, lib arts lib is right over there.” Ray pointed at the building behind the guy. “You got the directions right, just… missed it. Easy fix.”

Dizzy follows the other’s glance, nodding when the other pointed out the library. “Oh, yes. Cool. Thanks, man.” There’s a quick, bright-eyed, toothy grin to be shared with the other before he’s already moving on to his follow-up question. “Is that the one where you don’t need your student ID?” 

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robbiemackay:

Robbie stopped when the man got his attention. Boy, he must be in trouble right now if he didn’t know where the library was this close to finals. “No, no, you’re heading in the right direction,” Robbie confirmed with a smile. “I was actually just heading there after I grabbed some caffeine for this all nighter if you wanted to follow me.”

      “Aw, sick,” he murmurs with a proud grin. He nods, feeling very appreciative of this guy. “I would appreciate that! I’m kind of a klutz. I get turned around a lot.” Head canting to the side, Dizzy offers an empathetic glance. “I probably just could have followed the flow of traffics on this street, then. It seems everyone’s got the same idea right about now.”

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emily-simon:

“Perhaps I’m in one of those walking comas,” Emily mumbled with an exhausted chuckle, noting that she wasn’t quite as terror-stricken as she was a few weeks ago, but that was liable to change in the approaching days. “Don’t wake me up, though; I haven’t done my laundry, so I’m hoping this level of purgatory doesn’t require fresh clothing.”

     “Welcome to the unknown,” Diz mutters, voice suddenly weary and remorseful. “You’re more lost than you realize.” Ears perk up at the other’s laundry bit, and he’s left scoffing. “What level of purgatory requires clothing? What, are there purgatory laws that mandate the use of pretend clothes? Little limbo clothing chains with unethical business practices?” 

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     “–sorry –– yes, erm... would you happen to know where the library is?” He finally manages to mumble, earnest gaze quickly assessing the stranger he’d just approached. “I was told there was a library around here, but it’s possible I... messed up with the directions.” 

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emily-simon:

      “So, I have less than a week left of being a college student, and everything is starting to settle in… how come all of the other seniors look so calm? Are they the sort of people that actually have a proper plan for their lives? Or are they just really, really stoned? Because I can easily do that.”

     “––No. I think everyone’s really high.” He responds with a small huff, upper brow furrowing as he continued to passively take notes on his e-pad. “...or they should be, at least. If I were a graduating senior right now, I’d probably be in denial, or something. Maybe in a small stress-induced coma in the deserts of New Mexico.” He mumbles distractedly offering nothing more than a carefree shrug. 

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