quite the fetching creature.

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∫ —✧— ∫                             Sweaty palms pressing against the leg of his jeans, walking faster and faster with every step he took. His breath hitching in his throat, feeling slightly lightheaded. How long had he been running for? Hours? Days? He couldn’t tell at this point, and to him time meant nothing; it was just a pebble amongst millions of others on a beach. Stopping momentarily to gather himself together, he rested his back up against the wall near a free way. But that’s when he noticed her. Tiny little thing, edging to the road in hopes a car would take her anywhere; just like him. He cocked his head to the right, raising a cigarette to his lips before igniting the flame of the lighter. "—you know, that’s mighty dangerous, darlin’."

[hi-im-trish]

{ ♥;;————————-               One dainty arm swung to her side, lowering it from where it had been out stretched to gain attention as apparently that wasn't working out too well for her. Really this shouldn't be too hard; pretty little blonde girl on the side of the road, she was bound to be picked up soon. But she wasn't stupid, she was wary of who she got into the car with so she'd had to turn a few people down though her hand would be on the revolver the whole time, plus there was power in those tiny fists of hers, believe it or not. Still, better to go with her gut instinct. A male's voice cutting through the quiet around her made her spin around to face the stranger, having to tilt her head up to meet his gaze which made her raise a hand to shield her eyes, "not if you know how to handle yourself."

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[hi-im-trish]

{ ♥;;-----------------               Dainty hand sticks out with her thumb up as she attempts to hitch a ride, her free hand running through the front of her hair to brush the blonde locks away from her emerald orbs. She'd walked most of the way here from her 'home' but she would be a lot more comfortable if she was further away. If her father had noticed she was gone he would be out looking for her and being caught now? He'd tear her pretty little head of her shoulders. Cars sped past without a glance in her direction causing her to expel an exasperated sigh from her lungs. She wanted out of this shitty little town and she wanted it now.

[hi-im-trish]

I don't mean to be rude but... What happened to you're previous RP Group?

omg i only just got this, it’s probably been here for months but i’ll answer it anyway in case you’re still here~

You’re not being rude, don’t worry about it love. It died, basically. It had been open for some time and it had gotten to the point where activity was way down, nobody was applying for roles and everyone in it just kind of lost their passion for it. I was sad but it had been open for about four months which i’d say is pretty good for an RPG. 

[arianarande]

[hi-im-trish]

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[He felt his tongue press behind his teeth, moving over the small cracks. He focused on the words she was saying; being a writer. It was nice to hear Trish think so positively. Even though neither of them can go for their dreams now. He turned over to her, laying on his side and smiled.] Oh really? I would have definitely read your book. Or books, rather.  [he shifted his left hand toward his pant pocket, pulling out a cigarette and placing it between his lips.] Would you write about me?

[he laughed lightly, looking back p at the night sky.] Of course I do. See,[pointing his index finger to the brightest star in the night sky] That’s Sirius. And over there, you see the W shape? Cassiopeia. That one’s been my favorite since I was a kid.  

[hi-im-trish]

Really? [she asked, glancing at him. The idea of anyone reading anything she'd written was mildly disconcerting, like someone reading your diary, and yet it was  nice, in an odd sort of way] Ah, but then it wouldn't be fictional. [she raised one eyebrow with a grin] Maybe. If i did i'd have to do it in Paris with an old fashioned typewriter so that i could put a desk in front of the window and look at the city while i wrote and be like Ewan Mcgregor in moulin rouge. And you'd have to be naked on the bed. You've got to set the right atmosphere, you know? [a faint pink rose in her cheeks and she turned her head away from him as she felt it]

[she followed his index finger with her eyes, mapping out the shapes of the stars] Why is it your favourite? [she asked quietly before taking the cigarette from his lips and placing it between her own]

[hi-im-trish]

[hi-im-trish]

[His body now on the ground, looking up to the sky. He heard her remark but stayed on the ground. He lifted his right arm, motioning her to come lay down beside him.] Look, just look! [from constellation to constellation, Travis’ smile never faded once.] I wanted to be an astronomer, you know. Discover another world. Find the next big creation. My dad was super keen on the idea, though he didn’t really talk about it much when my mom was around. She was always saying to me ‘be a doctor, be a doctor!’ if only she knew the doctors I knew, she’d change her mind. [he laughed a soft laugh, and tilted his head toward Trish.] What did you want to be?

[Trish moved to lay down beside him, her eyes following where he pointed though she glanced at him now and then. He looked... alive. There was only a few times when she could recall that she'd seen him look truly alive. It was beautiful. It made her laugh softly as she looked at the night sky] I wanted to write. Fiction, probably. There's something wonderful about being able to pour your mind out on a page, write about something completely insane, make it go the way you want it to, and then have other people read it and join you in your ridiculous idea. [she turned her head to meet his gaze] They say there's a fine line between genius and insanity. [she teased with a genuine smile before she looked away once again with a content sigh] D'you know any constellations?

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[hi-im-trish]

[hi-im-trish]

[His dark orbs never lost sight of her face- he could tell that she had put a lot of thought in to escaping and it pained her knowing that she would never go to those places she dreamed of. He too, had plans for when he left here. If he had known that she wasn’t a ghost, those plans would have included her. He would have taken her away from all the rot and regret that stayed trapped within these walls.] No, don’t be sorry. Never be sorry for things like this, okay? Didn’t bring me down. [though the thought of never escaping started to haunt Travis, but he knew better and kept it to himself.] Me too, darlin’. 

[His eyes looked around the opening, having the urge to see what would happen if he could climb the fence. He stood up and turned to Trish, smiling.] I wanna try something… [he turned again and started sprinting to the fence…]

[Trish knew better than to panic as he ran, she barely even responded, she just tilted her head to one side as she watched him curiously, an amused smile on her lips. She couldn't protect him from everything, evidently, and she'd long since stopped trying so hard to do so. She wanted him to experience things for himself. Nothing too drastic, obviously, but she knew he'd be fine after his little experiment. Still, she winced as she watched him fall to the ground with a soft thud after a significant amount of volts ran through his body and she picked up the remaining bottle of jack before taking a slow stroll over to him] Should have read the signs. [she teased when she'd arrived, indicating to the sign marked with a warning that the fence was rigged with electricity]

[hi-im-trish]

[hi-im-trish]

[He heard her voice change as she mentioned the not wanting to be outside long. He could understand; it was like holding candy before a child and pulling it away.] Where did you want to go? 

As far away from here as possible? I never really decided... Sometimes i'd imagine that there was some place i could find, some... fictional place. A place where there was no rules, no restrictions, no labels... No one telling me that i'm clinically insane.  [she exhaled softly, trying to bring some light-heartedness into it] And it would snow and rain and the sun would shine in the right seasons and i could do something stupid like have sex on a beach or something whenever i wanted to... [she laughed quietly before letting it fade] A place where i could... breathe again. I guess it was easier that way, for it to be fictional, in case it couldn't happen. It made it easier to let it go. [she glanced at him finally] I'm sorry... [she murmured quietly, pressing her lips against his shoulder softly, her thumb ghosting over the back of his hand] I didn't mean to bring you down. I don't resent being here, i don't know what's really happening but i'm happy here, with you, in this moment.