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◁ ▿ △ ▻ ◁ ▿ △ ▻ ◁ ▿ △ ▻ ◁ but the backseat of the drive-in is so LONELY without you, i KNOW when you're home, i was thinking about you, there was SOMETHING i FORGOT to say, i was C R Y I N G on SATURDAY night, i was out « CRUISING » without YOU, they were playing our SONG crying on SATURDAY NIGHT ◁ ▿ △ ▻ ◁ ▿ △ ▻ ◁ ▿ △ ▻ ◁

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addisvn

“over at the oregon zoo. i mean i thought it was going to be easy work, considering my love for animals and all, but it’s not. they’re cute until you’ve got to clean out the entire exhibit at six in the morning before people start arriving.”

“sounds rough, but hey, i think i’d rather be shoveling animal shit than human shit. animals will at least learn to respect you because of it---seems like humans only learn to disrespect you ‘cause of it.”

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supkaj

“i like portland. where else would i find more self-absorbed assholes in every corner? i am leaving sooner or later. certainly don’t plan the live my whole life here. but i’m assuming you’re from around here?” kaj assumes, gazing back at her for certainty. “i’ll take that as a compliment.” he flashes a half smirk, placing both of his arms onto the upper part of the bench.

“maybe new york, probably boston. good plan for you, get out and see as much as you can, i think,” she answers, her head looking into her lap as she spins her foot in slow circles. “been here my whole, shining life,” the blonde spouts, turning her head to the face the boy next to her. “this place is like a second skin to me. and i can tell by your reaction right there,” she says, looking back at where he’s placed his arms, “that you’re definitely a model. is that good or bad? who knows.”

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🆕 imessage

DASHIELL: i'll hang it on my wall.

DASHIELL: why you don't want to find all your shopping needs for less even in the fifth dimension? i'm pretty sure you'll still need the essentials

DASHIELL: live a little!! also, don't text and drive that's also reckless you know!!!

vada: :~)

vada: are we assuming the fifth dimension is still all about capitalism and everything this dimension's obsessed with?? because then NO

vada: the /last/ thing i need is to pay a speeding ticket, i'm tight on money as it is

vada: don't worry i'm a pro

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mackcnzies

He scoffs at her words like the sentence is the most absurd thing he’s heard in his entire life, but he can’t help but let out a light laugh. “As if I would actually try. I bet your pussy has teeth. I wouldn’t let it anywhere near my dick.” he counters. “Yeah, that’s partly why I asked. Since I’m the one who ruined it all.” he states. “Sure. We talking the old one or the remake?” he questions with a slight raise of his brow.

“don’t worry, i had my gyno pull ‘em out already. i said i didn’t want that form of birth control anymore,” she smiles, pushing her hair off her shoulder. “they’re all in a box in my bedroom, though, if you ever want to see.” moving her head back slightly as if personally offended, vada lets a quiet noise escape from her mouth. “the old one, obviously, forest rape scene and all. you’re buying, right?” she asks before taking a finger to her throat and sliding it across in a slitting motion.

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“i always thought it would be really cool to see that little capuchin monkey from night at the museum and the hangover, but now that i have to feed those little shitheads, i’m questioning my career choice.”

“where do you work that you get paid to feed animals? sounds like some easy line of work if you ask me, unless it’s like, hippos and alligators or something.”

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supkaj

“feisty,” he hissed, pulling a grin at the sides of his mouth. “i needed some fresh air. don’t get me wrong, LA is amazing. but if you live there your whole life, then it gets boring like any other place.” he stats. “besides, i do visit home a lot. i do work as a model though. part-time-ish now.” not to mention that his father is loaded, but the rich kid impression certainly isn’t one image he wants to leave behind.

“fair enough,” vada shrugs, the coat heavy on her shoulders. “it’s one thing to want to go somewhere new and get fresh air, but, usually people go cross country or even out of country for stuff like that. maybe you should think about getting out of the west coast,” she suggests, perhaps a little biased in her own beliefs.  “a model? i’m not surprised at all, actually. you seem like the type.”

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“and you’re gonna go far, my dear friend. you got this shit on lock.” she admits with a charming smile, encouraging her friend as she usually would. “maybe tell him something’s wrong ni the apartment? maintenance shit, y’know.” she suggests with a shrug. “tell him he can’t come home and that the apartment will be good the next day.”  

at charlie’s comment of support, vada smiles and reaches her hand out to give the girl a solid bro-like handshake. “he’d never leave then---he wouldn’t trust me to take care of that myself. and then he’d probably blame me for it, and then we’d just fight again. if he knows i’m throwing a party with all his stuff there when he’s not, he’ll dangle me off the balcony. i need something even he wouldn’t recognize as a plan.”

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DASHIELL: well, i'm honoured to have been the first

DASHIELL: they might you wouldn't know, you've never been there!! you have no proof that they don't have them

DASHIELL: that's true, all of that is a very real possibility and also means you should probably hurry up and come find me

DASHIELL: i'd like to live to see another day

vada: i'll get you a plaque

vada: touche, touche, but if the fifth dimension has walmarts, maybe i don't wanna go there as much as i want to

vada: i'm comin i'm comin, i can only go so fast without being called a "reckless driver"

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supkaj

“i thought i left pretty clear that i didn’t want to know, but all right.” his arm folds in half, fingers running over the back of his neck, appreciating the briefs waves of wind hitting his body. “eh. i guess i ignore for the most parts. i did grow up with better copies of all these assholes - or worse, depending on the point of view - back in LA.” kaj’s lips curled up in a small smirk, noticing the look on her face before his own act of kindness, which he let slide. at least, for now. “you’re welcome. i’m trying to finish my law degree.” he huffs. “i definitely wasn’t made to be stuck inside of a classroom though.”

“as if i cater to what you care and don’t care to hear,” she answers back sharply, cracking her knuckles and looking straight ahead. “so another person around here who’s not actually from around here. seems like a common theme recently. just come here for school, then? because i can’t imagine anyone would willingly want to leave LA. so no job or anything? just school? you’ve gotta have some rich parents or something then.”

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“i know, i was sure i didn’t land the role but here i am, trying not to die of an anxiety attack. i can try to make aurora as intense as possible, if you’d like –um.. i actually don’t know? oh.. god. i completely forgot about prince phil– uh, désiré.” 

“can you imagine, aurora with like, a machine gun? taking down maleficent herself? make that a cartoon for me, disney. who---who the hell is that? is he hot?”

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DASHIELL: you're my hero honestly

DASHIELL: how do you know? have you ever been to the fifth dimension???

DASHIELL: nooo, i took the wrong bus and i've been waiting here for like an hour but i think the buses have stopped running.

vada: and honestly that's the first time someone's ever said that to me

vada: well not YET but i'm p fuckin sure they don't

vada: damn, that's really rough

vada: but kind of exciting right?? will someone kidnap you?? will you end up in another state?? he mystery continues

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( MACKENZIE. )

Mack is like one, large ball of rage as he runs the blade of his scissors through every article of Vada’s clothing he can get his hands on. Is he over-reacting? Yes. Does he care? No. His sketch kit is honestly extremely easy to replace. It cost, maybe, eight dollars. But, that’s not what has him so angry. He’s more mad at the fact that his roommate thinks it’s okay to go in his room when he’s not around and take things that don’t belong to her. She needs to learn to keep her grubby hands off of his shit. But, it doesn’t seem like his plan is working all that well as he can still hear the girl laughing somewhere behind him. He can’t tell if she’s still on the floor or if she’s moved to a different location, all he knows is that he wants to rip her goddamn head off. He can’t recall any other person in his life that has pissed him off this much on such a consistent basis. This is an every day thing. It’s like they never let one another catch even a sliver of a breath before they’re causing another scene. Their entire relationship is chaos.

It’s only when he feels something hit him that he turns towards her form, one of her shirts falling to the ground as she pats him on the cheek. And he swears that he practically growls. Shrugging her away from him like she’s some sort of disease, he watches her as she leaves the room and he promptly throws the scissors across the room. The sharp, metal end briefly sticks into the wall before plummeting to the ground with a thud. He isn’t about to pick them up though. He’s done. He needs to get out of this apartment. But, before he can make his grand exit, Vada’s voice reaches his ears again and he looks to the doorway where she’s standing with two shot glasses. And, embarrassingly enough, his features soften. Maybe things had gotten a little too out of hand. Maybe he really had over-reacted. Letting out a long sigh, he lets his head drop back for a brief moment before he raises it again and makes his way over to her. Reaching forward, he takes the shot glass from her and grips it in his hand.

“How do I know you didn’t poison this?” he questions with a slight quirk of his brow, but he throws the shot back just seconds later. He doesn’t really give a shit if it’s poisoned. Good riddance. “Not like it looks that much different. You’re not exactly an organized or clean person.” he reminds her. Stepping past her, he saunters into the kitchen and grabs the neck of the bottle the blonde had left sitting out. He doesn’t bother pouring the liquid into his glass and, instead, raises the rim of the bottle to his mouth and takes a large swig. It’s way too early to be getting drunk, but it’s not like he’s living a traditional lifestyle. “You’re buying me a new kit, by the way.” he tells her, his voice a lot more calm and back to normal than just minutes prior. “I want the best one on the market too. One of the big ones. It has, like, a hundred pencils and it even has stencils that come along with it.” he explains, gripping the Tequila in his hand as he drags his feet across the floor to the couch where he plops down lazily.

“it’s poison already, besides, if i wanted you dead that much, i would have killed you a long time ago,” she admits, watching as he took his shot in no time at all. she follows in suit, the sweet burn of the alcohol running down her throat like a much needed release. as he walks past her, she decides not to pursue just yet. looking at her room, well, she can’t disagree with him. because he’s RIGHT. she was the epitome of messy, unorganized, a problem. but she liked it that way. she liked the look of chaos and unpredictability. she thought it was a pretty good summary of who she was as a person anyway.

picking up a few shreds of one of her once favorite shirts, she comes back into the kitchen to see mack taking pulls straight from the handle itself. damn, how bad had she pushed him? “you know, this was a good shirt. this shirt never did ANYTHING to you,” she directs at him, waving the shred of black fabric in front of her. “my mom gave me this shirt,” she says to herself quietly, tucking the piece of fabric in her bra before snapping her head back up at his new demand. a quick roll of her eyes and pivot of her heels, and she was back in her room, searching under the complete wreck on the floor. she picks up the destroyed black sketch kit and saunters back into the kitchen, looking at mack. “this kit looks just great to me, what are you talking about?” she asks, her sarcastic tone threaded thoroughly through each word as she let the kit fall open, the broken pencils making a hollow impact on the ground. but she can’t keep a straight face, so she laughs, and drops the whole thing to the floor.

“yeah, yeah, yeah,” the blonde answers dismissively, waving her hand towards the boy before sitting on the ground just in front of him. she reaches up to take a matching swig of the tequila before pushing it back towards him. “stencils? you want one with stencils? isn’t that, like, amateur? childish? mediocre?” she asks, half curious, half looking for another fight. “what are you gonna do with a hundred pencils? who the fuck needs that many pencils?” she starts shooting off questions for which she really doesn’t care hearing answers for. “i wonder when i did that. like honestly, i don’t remember taking it. i must have hid it under my pillow. that’s fucking unbelievable. even when i’m blacked out and unable to function, i’m an asshole. maybe we should frame the broken pencils like we framed the hole in the wall,” she laughs, lying down on the ground with her arms behind her head.

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( MACKENZIE. )

You sound like me. Now, that’s a sentence he never in the history of ever thought he would hear come out of Vada’s mouth. And especially not with it directed towards him. Perhaps that’s why they clash so much though. They’re too alike. What a scary thought. “You seem to know a lot of about psychopaths and sociopaths.” he points out with a slight raise of his brow. “Usually I’d make some joke about you being a psycho, but I’ll save that for another day. Do you just study this shit in your free time or what?” he questions. He’s honestly interested to know because he has no idea what the blonde gets up to in her free time. She could be doing anything. Before their little conversation, he didn’t realize that she had so much depth. “My dad is, yeah. He’s one of those corporate assholes, always traveling, and doing something. He also does some shit for the Wall Street brokerage firm in New York. And, he’s never told me this outright mind you but, I heard that he nearly went to prison once because of his connections with the stock market. That would’ve been hilarious. Pity that it never happened.” he rambles before stopping himself. He knows he needs to get a better handle on himself and stop just letting things slip so freely, but there’s something so nice about being able to tell someone these things. It’s not like he has very many friends. When she suggests that he should meet her parents if they ever drop by, it makes him freeze for a second and he questions whether or not he’s actually dreaming right now. All of this just seems so formal. So out of character for them. “That’d be cool, yeah.” he nods. “You think they’d like me?” he asks. He doesn’t know why he cares and, maybe, he doesn’t. But he’s curious. Even more-so, he wants to know if Vada acts this way around them or if she’s her normal self. All guns ablazing and spitting venom in her words. “I guess. I don’t know if I believe in love though. Seems like such a foreign and unattainable subject. Emotion. Whatever.” he shakes his head. When he feels her fingers massaging into the nape of his neck, he can’t help but close his eyes and let out an exhale of relief. It actually feels really good and she’s definitely hitting the right spot. “Truth be told, I like Portland and I like living here.” he admits. “I know we get along just about never, but I don’t wanna live a boring life. I like being kept on my toes.” he states. “We should go visit all of these historic places sometime. I think Ted Bundy’s house is still standing and I’m pretty sure the Amittyville house is too. Let’s move in there.” he jokes. When he feels her fingers grip his cheek, he swats it away and finally reopens his eyes to stare at the tv across from him. “Well, if she’s way different than you then I know I’ll love her too.” he teases with a small smile, actually a little proud at her answer to his earlier question. At least her mom would seemingly like him. 

“yes, actually, i do,” she answers pretty bluntly, the familiar sounds of the movie flooding in and out of her ears. she really did research the stuff---she even had an encyclopedia of serial killers. if there was one thing vada didn’t fuck around with, it was her passion for learning about the worst humanity had to offer. “i’ve watched documentaries, read all the personal accounts, looked up every picture possible. i’m one step away from going straight to their graves and digging them up myself,” she admits, her eyes starting to wander. “maybe i should write to some of them, get a little insight on some stuff i’ve been pondering.” she stays quiet as he explains about his father, something she had no relation to in any capacity. “that’s....fucked,” is all she says at first. she doesn’t know how to react, really. it must have sucked not to have parents there growing up. vada had a strong attachment to hers, and it was actually a pretty sore subject for her when she had to talk about her affection for them. “i’ve heard a lot of parental horror stories from a lot of people i’ve talked to before, but, there’s nothing quite like abandonment. it’s one thing to abuse a child, i know, but at least they stayed. ignoring them, yeah, that’s another. but pure abandonment---that’s a hollow cave with no opening,” she answers. it sounds so out of place with the rest of their conversation, and she knows, but it was all she could think to say. as much as vada can understand mack’s personality more now, she still can’t find empathy for him. she doesn’t feel bad that he was abandoned, but she gets it. “well, i’d think so. i know you’re not an asshole to everyone all the time,” she replies, her words very loud. she’s emphasizing it as if she knows he doesn’t show her every part of himself. like she understands what she does to him. “they know how to deal with me, so, i can’t imagine you’d be too much of a problem for them.” she can’t find herself to comment anymore on the topic of love. she’s got nothing meaningful to say anyway. and now she’s smiling, because she really likes this side of mack. “portland’s pretty chill, yeah. got good atmosphere, definitely,” she states, pauses, and lets her hands fall calmly on the boy’s shoulders. “you think your dad would buy the amityville house for you? because i would kill to live there,” she laughs, imagining the two of them in such a terrible place. “imagine the voices trying to possess us, and we’re both just like, excuse me, why are you trying to tell me to kill them? i already want to kill them, i don’t need you,” she jokes, her voice deep, mocking mack’s just slightly. “but yeah, let’s do go visit ‘em all. i dare you to spend a night in lizzie borden’s house with me,” she smiles. then she thinks about her mother. “you’d love her. you’d love both my parents. they’d like you, too. they’d be very unhappy with me for torturing you so much.”

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( MACKENZIE. )

“I highly doubt there’s anything tight about you.” he quirks a brow, challenging her to retaliate in some way much bigger. “Nah, guess not.” he shrugs. “Anyway, you wanna order a pizza tonight? I haven’t eaten all day and I’m about to fucking combust.” 

“you wouldn’t know,” she starts, taking her hand and patting the front of her jeans, “unless you’ve tried.” she blows him a kiss, as if it were an invitation. after shoving her hands back into her pockets, she turns her head to the side and shrugs. “yeah, why not? i mean, it’s not like i have food in the house anymore, and well, i’m not about to go out of my way to make something. so yeah, i’m in. wanna watch the evil dead?”

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( MACKENZIE. )

“Then why were you allowed in there in the first place?” he counters, smiling proudly like he just shot her down with the greatest comeback of all time. When she raises her middle finger, he reaches forward and bends it back just enough to hurt but not actually do any real damage. “I never said you didn’t look hot. Just pointing out that you should get with the times.” he clarifies. “How would they know not to step out of line with you? Some people in the world are actually nice. Maybe they assume that you are too.”

“because i’m not gaping open like you. i’m puckered, tight, to myself,” she rolls her eyes, her words quieting down as she pulls her hand away quickly from his. “until someone insults me, then i shit all over them.” she keeps a straight face for a second, and then can’t help but laugh at her own comment. like a child. “what’s the fun in lookin’ like everyone else around here? there isn’t. so what, you condone being shitty to someone’s appearance because the other person might be nice about it?”

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“ fishnets are hot as fuck so who are they to make fun of you. ugh they’re so fucking annoying- just salty cause they got rejected to star in the addams family or something. i’m pretty sure you could just go in and pay to make them take it down. if you care that much about one specific coffee shop that is.”

the blonde can’t help but laugh in agreement when the girl speaks. “figured everyone thought that way, but apparently not. i think they got exactly what was comin’ to them---teaches them not to give anyone else shit for their opinions that no one asked for,” vada smiled, shaking her head. “don’t have the money for something extra like that, and besides, i like knowing there’s something i’m not around. free publicity.”