twisted transistor ;

grant hudson; 28 ; belcrest ; barista, drug dealer

[grvanthudson]

bennett--nova:

There was something about the young man that set off Bennett’s senses. “Yeah, of course,” she nodded. “Is there anything you’re looking for in particular?” she asked, curious.

Grant ran his fingers through his thick blonde hair. He didn’t like stares and he felt as if people around him were about to give judgemental looks. It was paranoia more than anything. “No.. not exactly. I just thought it would be a good idea to kill time.” He responded, breathing deeply. “Am I bothering you?”

[grvanthudson]

bennett--nova:

“I’m sorry, my boss is actually in a meeting right now and will be for a while.. But is there anything I can help you with?” Bennett smiled at the stranger, happy to help. Besides, things were oddly quiet in City Hall today and she was itching for something to do.

“Oh, no. It’s okay. I came here with a friend earlier and he’s out making some calls right now.” Why the fuck would Mack want to meet him in the fucking city hall? Grant felt like he was being played around these days, his buttons pushed just for a taste of his toxic addiction. He rested his palms inside his pocket, his bright eyes scanning around the building. “Do you mind if I look around?” He asked, he honest to god hoped he didn’t look suspicous.

[grvanthudson]

i-zion:

fingers running through his ginger locks, standing in line. zion was never one for coffee, but from lack of sleep the night before, he thought it’d come in good use – if only the line wasn’t so long. as he let out a slight huff, his eyes fell to the floor and he noticed something fall from the person in front of him pocket before leaning down to pick it up. “uh -” he cleared his throat, tapping their shoulder with his index finger. “is this yours?”  

Grant’s facial features were quick to harden when he noticed his keys missing. Fuck, how was he going to deliver his stash to Mack without them and his car? However, he was lucky enough to have found the boy who had discovered them. His lips softened into a thin line and he sighed in relief. “Thank you, man. You’re a life saver.” He announced, rubbing his red nose.

[grvanthudson]

queenskaren:

She scoffed when he said how embarrassing it. “Well no shit, buddy. You were dumb enough to share about this fucking dilemma and now you’re going to have to deal with it yourself.” Karen said with a shrug not even caring that she was being harsh. 

Grant immediately felt a hot tinge of annoyance rise up to him. What the fuck was this lady’s problem? She didn’t have to stomp on his problems with her coarseness. Quickly he could feel his jaw stiffen and every inch of his body screamed at him to take a swing. “You didn’t have to listen, no one fucking asked you to.” He said, eyes narrowed.

[grvanthudson]

ashceer:

“GEEZ. I FEEL HORRIBLE FOR YOU.” Although the series cracked him up, Jacob knew they were a nightmare to some individuals ; he had seen a few of his buddies lose hope in humanity over those piles of shit. “You could give them to me, I’ll pass them down to someone else. It’s like passing a curse.” 

Grant raised his eyebrows, sincerely surprised by how easy the man had become convinced. Either he wanted something in return or was just generally a nice guy. He had a feeling it was the first one. Everyone always had ulterior motives. “That would be great. Sure.” He said before crinkling his eyebrows. “And what’s the catch?”

[grvanthudson]

adrianort:

“Burning them could attract unwanted attention if the police turn up, but on the other hand, those fine ladies would possibly hound you for days if they recognize you as the donator.” It was a conundrum but the appeal of starting a fire to purify the world of those wretched books was sounding more and more appealing. There were remote locations to do that, too, or that’s what Adrian remembered his grandfather telling him. If you ever need to hide a body… “I’m in. My only demand is that I get to throw at least one match onto that pile of filth, like in dramatic movies where you get rid of evidence.” Adrian poked the table to strengthen his point. To think he was only here to get a coffee and now he was a part of a team planning for arson. Beneficial arson nonetheless. “If I’m going to cover for you I’d like to know your name. I’m Adrian.” He pushed his coffee cup aside and offered the man a handshake, like any normal people would do. In a coffee shop. Okay, maybe it was weird. “When do we put this plan in motion? I am so ready.”

“I’d rather deal with the police.” At least even if the authority was ramified together he could still resist and put up a decent fight, as irritating as dealing with women could be Grant never had it in him the gall to ever punch them. Plus Grant enjoyed fires, the inner child in him was often fascinated by the embers and how their color matched his hair. “If you can help me, you’ll get the opportunity to take the whole box of matches and burn them all on your own. I’ll even take pictures.” Was he joking? He didn’t know, what he knew was he needed to convince this man to go with him so he wouldn’t feel so stupid causing a small riot by himself. His eyes were sharp as they studied his hand, but five seconds later he gave a firm shake. “Grant.” That was all he needed to know. Grant enjoyed laying low, not befriending a lot of people when he could already foresee them leaving him soon as they learned about his addiction. “We can do this now. You have a car?”

[grvanthudson]

kellan-routh:

“Dunno. Some people be gettin’ off to the weirdest shit, boy. Can’t shame ‘em for that.” Kellan said while he ran his lanky bruised finger along the tip of his jawline. He had had his fair share of involvement with some of the strangest bunches on the block and this discovery paled in comparison. “They who? The sender? Eventually, you wanna’ burn ‘em, you gotta’ burn ‘em hot and fast.”

“I’m not shaming them, it’s just... they need to find something better. Their approach toward the main subject here is distasteful. It could give a wrong message to the community.” Grant thought he had more reasons than just that, but kept his mouth ziplocked. “So we’re getting rid of them as soon as we can, I can do that. Might need extra backup.” He mused.

[grvanthudson]

adrianort:

“Jesus Christ that’s terrible. And creepy.” Adrian chuckled even if he did feel bad for the guy. It was not a parcel you wanted to find on your doorstep, that’s much was certain. “If you’re going to burn the books, I’ll make sure you’re knighted or something like that. Or then you can just give them away. I know a ton of my female clients would want new, untouched copy of 50 Shades.” He didn’t even want to think about what sort of damage they had been talking about and suppressed the cringe by taking a sip of his coffee. “But yo, up to you. I can volunteer and take the toys if you’re gonna throw them away too. Save the planet, recycle, blah blah, all that.”

“I wouldn’t want to attract too much attention but out of those taxing options which one do you think would attract more attention? Burning them to ashes or giving them to a pack of female horndogs?” None of them sounded appealing but Grant knew one of them had to be done. He could go on hours and hours making excuses for his dislike for the so-called popular work but none of them would even come close to the actual, personal truth. “We can burn them together. You can cover for me while I finish the job. It’d be like burying a corpse.”

[grvanthudson]

queenskaren:

Karen cringed. “That’s fucking gross. Throw them all away is something that I would definitely do.” She added with a shrug as she took a large gulp of her flask. She didn’t know why she even bothered talking to this guy in the first place but she had been lowkey trying to get better with conversing in general. “Or just leave the whole package somewhere else.”

“I am seconds away from doing that.” Grant had to hold back sigh, rubbing his face with his sweaty palms instead. He hated having to go out knowing well people would be able to see his bloodshot eyes, how much of a stoner he was. It was partially something he was ashamed of. “Fuck, this is embarrassing.” 

[grvanthudson]

ryanjamvson:

“I had no idea they came with toys. Wow.” Ryan laughed, finding the situation humorous but he didn’t want to sound as if he was mocking the man. “I mean you could always give the books to the people who actually enjoy the atrocity? I don’t know. I’ve seen plenty of those.” 

“Makes the two of us.” Grant replied with his eyes closed, while he pictured the amount of work he had to perform just to get those books away from him. There was something so repulsive about them. The content... just no. “Those are even harder to find. I could trick someone, I think. Pretend they’re about to be delivered a bunch of educational books.” 

[grvanthudson]

fcklovis:

“i would have killed for toys, you’re such a downer.” louis was sexually active and he had never found himself ashamed for that fact. some automatically frowned upon the behaviour back when he had been much younger but even then he had never showed any signs of slowing down. at least he had never gone around and done anything illegal with it. “if you plan on throwing them ALL away then you should consider contacting me first.” 

His brash comment earned a deep scowl though Grant tried not to let it show it had affected him. He had been teased many times in regards to his lack of sexual endeavours these days, his observation did not help his self esteem whatsoever. Being doped up sent him into an europhia heaven but then he’d turn out useless sober. “You won’t be getting anything if you keep saying stupid shit like that.” Grant snapped. “Why wouldn’t you get your own? You go up to someone’s face and insult them then dare to expect a fucking present? Piss off.”

[grvanthudson]

ginacraw:

“You could repackage it and take it to the post office so it’s returned to the company. That would be the moral thing to do. How many toys did it come with? I can’t imagine the quality is good.”

“That’s way too much work for something so ugly. I could have a friend do that for me though... I don’t know.” Grant shrugged his shoulders, torn. “Just two, couple of dildos plus a Christian Grey mask. I’m not sure. They look weak.” 

[grvanthudson]

kellan-routh:

“Ah. 50 Shade as in 50 Shades of Grey? Man, them fuckin’ white nonsense should just be toasted to dust if you ask me. I gonna’ be so damn embarrassed if I or my future children ever received that kinda package.” Kellan announced, though his voice was ablaze with uncommon humour. “Won’t even waste no gasoline, just throw away those shit an’ keep the toys for some good ass spicin’.”

“That’s a good point.” It was very rare of Grant to stoop as far as questioning someone for advice considering his awful socialization competence but god did he need at least one now to put him out of this misery. “Who would even order these? It’s absolute bullshit.” Grant pinched his nose. He had had his shot today but hot temper was not an easy thing to tame. “You think they’ll find out?” 

[grvanthudson]

“I believe someone has accidentally sent me a package of 50 Shade ‘limited collection’, complete with its bonus toys and everything. I have no fucking idea know what to do with them. Should I burn the books but keep the toys around or should I just toss them all away?” Grant muttered outloud as he sipped his cup of coffee. “Keeping those atrocious books is not an option.” 

[willowsmarika]

[grvanthudson]

kcrasdnw:

kara hadn’t expected anyone to come in so early. the library is often filled with a lot of people but the earliest wave usually happens approximately half an hour after the OPEN sign has been put—not that she’s complaining but this means she’s going to have to sneak out for a little bit later to have her breakfast. she looks up from her desk and notices the aforementioned person skimming through the lanes of books. ‘   hey. you need some help ?  ’  kara gently offers.

Libraries weren’t necessarily Grant’s thing but he did enjoy spending his time surrounded by books. He wasn’t an avid reader either but the whole vibe of it gave him calmness and it was nice to be able to calm down without having to rely on the support of marijuana. The reason why he was early today was because Mack, his handler, decided it would be great to put some more bullshit on his shoulders by saying he needed to get supplies later. So far he hadn’t called yet but he knew the man wanted him to be alert. As he walked toward one lane, the blonde’s eyebrow raised when he noticed a girl approaching him. “Um. Where are the new releases again?”

[grvanthudson]

alice--griffin:

At some point during her evening of personal debauchery, Alice must have opened her apartment door and forgotten to close it because there was now someone standing in her doorway. She supposed this was usually something to worry over but between the feeling of calm that the high gave her and the fact that she knew almost everyone in her building, she didn’t think much of it. She was feeling a mixture of calm, happiness, and a small amount of shame that she knew was bound to grow. She gave the person in her doorway a small smile and said “Hey… Are you gonna’ come in or are you just gonna’ hang out in my doorway all night?”

Grant didn’t know why and how he always ended up here. The block was almost an hour away from where he lived yet he discovered the environment to be a lot more sincere than the one he had. Compared to his residence, this place was a silence heaven. Grant looked up when he heard a girl talking to him. She was familiar and he was sure he had seen her in the middle of his cocaine euphoria. He couldn’t remember her name and shook his head at the offer. “I was just getting some air. Sorry to disturb you.” He replied, habitually rubbing his red nose. “You shouldn’t leave your door open so wide though.” He added.