he’s enjoying the mug of the night , the way warmth shrouds around him and percolates on the surface of his skin . hot summer nights have never been more clear , it’s a roundabout route back to his car but the low thump of the bass beckons him . he’s not eager to go inside , but there’s fulfillment in just passing by , knowing the place is no longer like a siren’s call . ‘ oh . that’d be a bit rude of me if i did , wouldn’t it ? ’ he offers a hand , the one that isn’t occupied by an elbow crutch . ‘ or , reckon i should let you catch your breath first . ’ second thoughts rescind his offer and his hand falls limp , back to his side .
hello there mysterious stranger. lily’s eyes widening slightly as she took in the older man’s whole aesthetic––- everything about him screaming an m. night shyamalan plot twist in the form of clint eastwood’s love child. the film enthusiast almost missing his question , and with a shake of her head had to FORCE herself back into reality. ‘ wouldn’t be rude at all... i was w a v i n g you around like those tiny guys at airports waving those stick things. but , i can get up... ’ hands pressed against the pavement as she slowly and clumsily rose up from the ground. dirt and rocks falling from their pale indentions and aches becoming more prominent as she stretched herself out. ‘ am i bleeding anywhere? ’
The appropriate approach would be to ask if the girl was alright, but instead, Orlando just chuckled. “You don’t seem that trashed to me. Get scrappy?” he questioned, brows raised as he gestured vaguely toward the ground. “Few inches to the right, you would have landed on the grass. Unfortunate landing,” he said with a shrug. “Need help up? Can offer you a hand, but I don’t want to offend. You seem to be good at — Uh… Getting shit done all on your own.”
with a backdrop of fluorescent yellows , the mysteriously handsome voice came to lily as a shapeless BLOB of dark shades as she squinted her eyes to try and catch any defined features. a slight chuckle floating from her chest as she continued to s p e a k with her hands. ‘ i’m surprisingly more coordinated when i’m trashed but you should see the other guy. i really messed him up... ’ she’s exhausted , but manages to flex her non existent muscles before looking towards the grass. it wasn’t any type of GREEN but no doubt better than the cold , hard ground. ‘ i’ll be sure to aim for the grass next time... also , 𝓅𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒 ! a hand. or else this is where i’ll be sleeping for tonight. ’
her bike was her only means of transportation and she wasn’t about to ride around livingstone with a condom perching on the handlebars, hitching a free ride. besides she lived with enough older brothers to find that she wasn’t easily disgusted and was able to do what needed to be done, “someone’s gotta throw it away. and i doubt that rabbits who were hammering it out last night or whenever are gonna come back for it.” with a frustrated sigh she tossed it into a nearby trash can, nose crinkling before slugging her backpack from off her shoulders, fingers clutching around the container of hand sanitizer, “lucky i carry around this little lifesaver.” she tended to disinfecting her sperm tainted hands before turning to lily, “so you participating in any of the pride festivities?”
‘ there’s definitely some logic in that... ’ lily couldn’t quite deny. better an adult , she suspected , to find the sloppy yet responsible mess of late night frolicking rather than some POOR none the wiser child. ‘ do you think god looks down upon his creation with regret? because i would... ’ she said , watching with d i s d a i n as the personal remnants disappeared forever inside the trashcan. ‘ oh can i have some? ’ tiny palms reached out for some of that sweet , liquid cleaner. lily wishing her eyes could get a 𝒸𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓃𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔 as well. ‘ a few. i’m busy with a lot of stuff right now , so it’s hard to make time for every little party. how about you? pull out the knee high boots , GLITTER lipstick , and pride flags yet? ’
beneath a flash of thunderclouds on the horizon that crackled withstatic, few remained wandering along the streets. especiallywhen it was late. especially when therecould be no telling who might disappear next. even up to her neck in the whisperingsthat could be drawn out with the press of a button on her phone, apprehension flippedhazel’s gut.from the last shower of rain the bitumen was dotted with undisturbed puddles, iridescent under streetlights. but appearances deceived the best of people ; in the split secondof a bar door opening to leave a woman on the street, she caught the steady clamourof those inside. filled to the brim, near overflowing with razor-sharp remarksand cheap beer, the heady smell of hops coming to meet her on the sidewalk. ‘you want a hand up? ’ a hand extended, palm open and fingerssplayed, feet steady in a spot on the ground. catching familiar features in the gloom, a hint of a smile appeared. ‘ what d’you think you’ll get out of going to a dodgy place like that, lil? ’
had she possessed a single ounce of dignity or negative self conscious , she might’ve been EMBARRASSED being seen laying atop the filthy pavement outside such a shady establishment. with her denim shorts soaked like a fat baby’s diaper on christmas morning and knees roughed up with scrapes a r t f u l l y curated by the devil’s paintbrush ––– it was not the best or least presentable she’s been in public. one drunken night in houston coming and going in a SHUDDER of traumatic flashes ( a cake walk compared to her current situation ). but alas , there was no d e n y i n g the help so kindly offered by her friend. a gracious smile finding way to pretty pink lips as she took the other’s hand and 𝓈𝓉𝓊𝓂𝒷𝓁𝑒𝒹 up to her feet.
‘ besides a tetanus shot? ’ lily laughed , voice far more joyous than most people who just had their ass thrown into a puddle. ‘ it’s a shady bar , ya know? questionable people with questionable MORALS and secrets to hide ! it seemed like a good place to try and get a scoop... but all i got was some scrapes and a flat pint. though truthfully , i wasn’t the must inconspicuous snooper ever but––– what are you doing over here ?? ’
well , THAT was to be expected––– lily having predicted nothing more or less from the shady bar and the barmen’s keep. what she was trying to do dangerous as well as questionably unethical. getting tossed out of the bar for snooping was ( in hindsight ) a nice holiday in the alpines compared to what could’ve happened. it was by no means a recommendation she’d make , but she couldn’t BLAME them either for quite literally putting her ass out onto the streets. ‘ just.. walk around me ! ’ lungs were breathless as she waved the tall shadow past. groans of soreness involuntarily releasing as she rolled onto her side and felt the 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓁 dig into her skin. ‘ ouchie , ouchie , ouchie.... ’
Ash sat on a bench, their outfit toned down compared to the festive rainbows and sparkles surrounding them. All black didn’t really seem to fit into the whole “Pride” thing, but it’s what they felt the most comfortable in. It just made sense. Of course, it’s not like everything was black. Their rainbow bralette was visible under their black sheer top, and they’d gotten their nails done in a sharp, rainbow gradient, stiletto. It was the subtle things that brought Ash joy.
So there they sat, browsing their phone, ignoring everything around them. They had an unlit cigarette in their free hand, a hot pink lighter tucked between the same fingers that supported their phone.
“Happy pride.” They waved the cigarette hand at the passerby without even looking up.
camera in hand , who’d be surprised? from the beginning until the end she caught the entire parade. focusing on the FACES and cheers of those who allowed her to get close enough. a city of lambs lost in the confusion of wolves still making time to celebrate , live , and do so freely. everything about it was beautiful , lily couldn’t help but think…. how a town could unknowingly r e p r e s e n t a nation. ‘ yeah , you too ! ’ teeth shine from behind the camera lens and glittery lipgloss. the woman zooming in on the cigarette as it balanced between colorful , well designed digits. ‘ is it ok if i––– ? ’ she nods towards the camera , hoping for their 𝒶𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 and approval.
“to whoever put their used condom on my bike…” brows knit into a furrow as she plucked it up, holding it cautiously between ruby painted fingertips that matched the shade spread upon her lips, “um…first of all…disgusting. second of all, glad you’re using protection. and thirdly and most importantly…i’m jealous. happy pride, i guess?”
‘ hm.... gross ! ’
moon drawn features that sat beneath the mercy of the scalding sun remained momentarily UNFAZED as the shock and disgust lingered inside the very core of her existence before bleeding through a becoming wince. lily left to wonder––– why god are humans like this and why god was ruby touching it. ‘ let’s not d.. do that , yeah ? ’ she recommends , everything in her JERKING away as the substance was held higher. lithe fingertips sporting a soft baby blue spasming between making a 𝒸𝓇𝑜𝓈𝓈 to repel the sperms of satan and pushing it away entirely.
ʷᵒʷ hello ! my name is maggie & this spunky lil alley cat is , lily hwang ! im the absolute Worst™ with introduction posts , so let’s see if we can do this without cringing alksjdfljds more information about lily is below the cut !!! like this post and i’ll come to you to plot !
CISFEMALE — ever hear people say LILY HWANG looks a lot like KIM TAEYEON? I think SHE is about 26, so it doesn’t really work. The FILMMAKER is here because SHE WANTS TO DOCUMENT THE TRUTH ABOUT LIVINGSTONE and they are from DALLAS, TEXAS. They can be +INTUITIVE, but they can also be -OVERBEARING. I think WANG might be N/A. ( maggie. 23. cst. she/her. )
lily was born and raised in dallas, texas! a yeehaw girl to very last drop making cowboy boots more fashionable than functional. but the camera constantly in hand is her most recognizable accessory–– as she’s doubtful to leave the thing behind.
being a serious filmmaker is her ultimate goal and dream, though in an industry dominated by men it’s been more than difficult for her to get started. her biggest claim to fame is her youtube channel! half a million subscribers and hopefully counting! on this channel she makes satire films that are purposefully goofy sketches that are fun , comedic , and occasionally even scary.
while researching for a new sketch idea , she stumbled upon an article about watershed and livingstone. the mystery , darkness , and an uncovered truth drawing her to pack her bags and move to the location to document every uncovered piece of evidence. and while she is kind with good intentions , she knows to be careful in the town and respectful of the town folk who may not see eye to eye with what she’s doing. though she often has to remind herself that these people are real and not actors in one of her scenes.
personality wise: lily is very animated while in conversation. especially if the conversation is something she’s passionate about. she talks a lot with her hands and occasionally splits between english and korean. lily is also a very hardworking artist. sometimes people will think she’s ignoring them , but in reality she probably just thought of a really good scene and is focusing on repeating it in her head so she doesn’t forget. filmmaking is literally her life !!! she breathes , lives , eats , and sleeps films. she’s especially a lover of horror films , crazy prosthetics and makeup. she doesn’t like wasting time on arguments and anything like that , so she’s usually pretty go lucky.
the girl is a meme , as well. using little emoticons , using internet slang in actual conversations , and is obsessed with snapchat filters laskjdfklsj she’s just... sweet. don’t hurt her lMAO
this intro can be 100x better but i’m sorry ALFKJSKDLJF <3 plot w/ me still pls
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