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latin; adj; undisturbed, quiet

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manswcrld·:

Beyond had practiced his smile time and time again in front of the mirror, as the physical depiction of any PLEASANT emotion didn’t come naturally to him and he knew that this would be his downfall, were he to neglect it. Therefore, his smile was bold, bright and charming, and despite his somewhat raggedy appearance, he seemed genuinely HAPPY with the young woman’s agreement.

That was what he was going for, at least.

     “ Great! ” A little too eager, perhaps? He’d work on it. His English was perfect, but Beyond’s accent was a strange culmination that made every word sound as if it’d been translated before he’d spoken it… which, to a certain degree, it had been. “ So, might I ask your name? ” As if he didn’t already know it. 

Norma had never met a person so eager to spend their time with her. Once a person figured out that she didn’t speak, it was easy for them to chalk her up as being too much effort to be around. So perhaps his pleasant reaction lead to her guard being lowered a little more than usual, which was, in and of itself, rather a nice feeling. 

His smile was reflected in one of her own, though it was only directed at the man for a few seconds before her line of sight found its place down at the notebook in her hands, thumbs tracing in featherlight strokes on the leather. Lips parted briefly, before instead she brought the pen to the first blank page she finds and held out the book for him to read.  - NORMA. 

With one hand she gestured to him, raising her brows and tipping her head as if to ask his name in return. 

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The ‘SPIT IT OUT’ hung in the back of his throat, but Beyond was a born and bred liar, so keeping his expression neutral and his mouth closed required little effort on his part. Instead, he watched the stranger with dark, shadowed eyes, gaze flitting from her lips to the flyer in her hand.

     “ Ah, ” he remarked, as if something had clicked into place in his mind. Reaching into his pocket, he bought out a small, battered leather notepad, the likes of which held coded contents of schemes not meant for such INNOCENT eyes. Thankfully for Norma, not only were they nonsensical to anyone other than the man who had written them, they were all in Japanese. Beyond handed the book to her with a smile. “ perhaps this’ll make things a little easier. Write them down if you wish, but I think it might be best if you SHOW me, don’t you think? ”

Norma took the notepad with a grateful smile. On most days, the young woman could get away with simply avoiding conversation all together. She avoided going anywhere new, stuck to her routines simply because she knew that way, she would be safe of the possibility of speaking to anybody. Perhaps not an entirely fulfilling way to live her life, however Norma saw few other options, as much as she wished that didn’t need to be the case. Thankfully enough, this person seemed to be understanding --- and even, dare she say, friendly?

Eyes travelled upwards from where she had already started her scribbles, to look briefly at the man, then in the direction in which they’d need to walk. Slight hesitation painted her features, before she gave a small nod and a point of her finger as she began to walk. 

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             truth be told, he hasn’t really NOTICED norma. not with his head buried so deep in his book that someone might - and not incorrectly - assume that he’s trying to hide within it’s pages from the rest of the school. billy looks up slowly, with a friendly smile. she’s always seemed quiet in class. the quiet ones were usually good. so he was hoping. eyes drift down to the notepad with raised brows. 

              “oh. i- thank you. that’s very sw- i’m sorry do you need me to write back?” 

She offered a smile and a shake of her head, waving her hand dismissively over the notebook to communicate that she could understand Billy perfectly well. Norma was instantly put at ease by the boy’s friendly smile - not that he had ever seemed anything besides nice. Well, perhaps a little outlandish where the outfits were involved, but he could hardly be penalised for that. Pencil meets paper again in a furiously energetic scribble. 

          - I know they’re pretty hard to ignore, but it does get easier. Trust me. - 

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manswcrld· 

DIRECTIONS did not require genius, or so he would’ve thought; it was unfortunate, however, that this genius required directions. How ironic.

     “ You’re not familiar with the area, I take it? ” Beyond spoke slowly, patiently, a mask he had perfected over time. A moment or two was taken to study the woman before him, and not in the way any other heterosexual man in his twenties might, but with the eyes of a PREDATOR.

She had a long life ahead of her; lucky girl.

     “ Do you not speak English? ” And, before she had chance to reply, “ Que diriez-vous Français? Deutsche? ” But she’d stuttered, hadn’t she? Learning difficulties, perhaps? No, that didn’t seem right… “ Are you a mute? ”

“I - I J- J ... Ju-” 

Syllables stretch in the awkward silence. I just moved here was not a long sentence, however Norma knew that it would take her a good two minutes to get all of the words out in their entirety, and the frustration showed plain as day on her features. So instead, she opted for another shake of her head. 

Norma found that she couldn’t correct him either when he begins listing languages, at least not beyond more shaking of her head. Fidgeting hands still seeking out her notebook --- now rustling through her bag and finding the next best thing. 

She scribbled on the back of a flyer she had picked up for a 'transformation workshop', before holding it out.- I think I know the way. Do you want me to write directions? - 

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            @lattesandshowtunes ❤️’d

Of all of the people to spot her lurking outside of the choir room, Norma was rather relieved that it had been Kurt. She’d met Kurt --- Kurt seemed nice, and she felt far safer in that knowledge. Still, even that cannot stop the slight pink tinge to her cheeks, feeling as though she’d been caught doing something BAD rather than just watching the final moments of the glee club’s meeting before they started filtering out of the room. When he greets her, pen immediately meets paper. 

    - Hi. Sorry. I just wanted to see if the piano was free. I can come back another time if you’re not done in there? - 

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             @manswcrld ❤️’d

It was a simple enough question, though that had never really been the issue for Norma. Gentle hands tap at her pockets for her notebook but to no avail, and suddenly a deer-in-headlights look appears on delicate features. “N.. N-” The one syllable, not even a complete word, takes around ten seconds to come out fully. Instead of continuing, she settles for a shake of her head. 

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i know he turned out to be shitty but i really loved this scene.

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             @bclltrue ❤️’d

She’s done well to mind her own business since the transfer, made easier with her placement in B block. With her quiet nature, few outside of those who she knew from minimum had even spoken to Norma, and frankly, the woman was not about to complain about that. Of course, she has heard all about Carol. Which is why the look she gives the other inmate is one intended to communicate something along the lines of, ‘I don’t know what the hell you’re planning ---  but leave my friends out of it.’ ... as much as one look CAN. 

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             @freaksbloom ❤️’d 

The words are already written on her notepad - they have been for the last fifteen minutes, though in all of that time Norma has not yet summoned up the courage to approach the boy. Swallowing thickly, she decided that some things were simply more important than her fear, namely, helping others. Or rather, helping them as much as she was able to. She took a seat beside him, pushing the paper across the library table. 

                         - I’m Norma. I’m sorry for how they’re treating you here. - 

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OITNB Sentence Starters (S5)

((Spoilers below, duh.))

We need to stop the bleeding and apply pressure to the wound. Anybody got a tampon?

Fine, then you can bleed out. I’ll go back to reading my magazine and you can go die on the floor and go straight to hell.

WILL BLEACH WORK AS DISINFECTANT?

How could you go to a riot without me? You were supposed to be my riot buddy!

Did you see me push him, then kick him later?

That was some excellent pushing and kicking.

You got a problem with how I do shit, pretty boy?

Jesus Christ are you insane?!

Insane?! No! he/she/ is angry!

Whoa whoa! Time out! I come in peace!

And you’ll go out the same way…

They took my dignity, my humanity and my sleep.

They took my carved soaps. My art. I spent a lot of time on them and they were beautiful.

Not my circus, not my monkeys.

Oh shit are you alright?!

Yeah yeah yeah, I’m fine. Don’t worry it’s just period blood.

Piss off Bloody Mary, I’m not helping you.

I’m making ear buds out of pencil erasers.

You hear that? She says she’s ready to gut you like a shark that’s eaten a toddler.

Look at this fat guy. He can’t outrun us.

We’ve taken over! We’ve got hostages and everything.

It’s bananas out there. It’s like a party, except terrifying!

You are such an asshole.

You have really gotta learn to trust more.

‘Smell my fingers’ is a weird come-on line.

This needle is supposed to be used for a hair weave, not stitching up a gunshot wound.

I want the pill that’s like..SUPER heroin!

I don’t wanna lay low. But I also don’t wanna lose my humanity.

If he’s already dead it won’t be murder if we kill him again.

We could take the feathers outta his pillow and savagely tickle him to death.

We could get a big jar of fire ants and they could nibble at him.

We have vokda and misery.

A good leader delegates.

I don’t ever wanna be that close to him again unless I’m kicking him.

That’s not bad! We could be like…plastic surgeons.

Walk with some oppression. Let me see some persecution in those shoulders.

Would it really hurt to let her tag along? We could use her as a human shield when they bust in here with all those AK -47s.

I’m not playing games. I don’t know if I’ll survive the night…

What’s important is that ghosts are not real.

It was such a shame. He was really smart and he had such a bright future in the meth making business…like a child prodigy, y'know?

Hearing you say ‘formidable cock’ is such a big turn-off, that I think I might never touch one again.

I don’t care how you choose to poison your body.

That is either a mischief of mutant rats with human pinky toes, air vibrating through wind turbines or… [blank].

I feel 27! But then I get a look at myself and I can’t believe the lines and sags…I was beautiful…and worried and scared. But I’m tougher now. And if I get the fuck outta here I’d get senior discounts, I guess. I do like a discount.

We’ve finally worked out what to do with our new power! We’re gonna host…A TALENT SHOW!