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[illlogic-s]

Masks make us feel safer even when they become suffocating. Armor makes us feel stronger even when grow weary from dragging the extra weight around.

ILLOGIC-S — / multimuse exclusive to sinnerssquare penned by vic + JONATHAN BLYTHE JB — INTRO. PINTEREST. MUSINGS. THREADS. + MARIANA MARTINEZ — INTRO. PINTEREST. MUSINGS. THREADS.

The irony is that when we're standing across from someone who is hidden or shielded by masks and armor, we feel frustrated and disconnected. That's the paradox here: Vulnerability is the last thing I want you to see in me, but the first thing I look for in you.

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Do you think

on the occasion. i don’t like to overdo it

[soracities]

“My grandfather always said that living is like licking honey off a thorn.”

— Louis Adamic (via pattiocleavis)

[illlogic-s]

@hedcniist /  silver klahankaen location: face-painting booth 🎡

“I’M NOT GETTING IN LINE ALL so you can draw a dick on my face.” He knew Silver well enough to know that putting her in charge of face-painting with the general public was a recipe for disaster as Silver was known to him to be more heathen-like than akin to Picasso. Even the idea of her painting anything other than something vulgar made the corners of his lip quirk up, hidden laughter threatening to break through over the idea of her painting butterflies and rainbows, something PG, on the cheeks of snot-nosed kids and drunken adults. And he half the mind to mock and tease her about it, too. Tell her that this is what she got for calling him pretty boy that morning at the coffee shop like he was one of her customers at the club she worked at. Instead, he continued his greet with an extended hand that held the steel flask he had hidden in his pocket all afternoon. “It’s whiskey. Figured you could use a pick me up.” And not the caffeinated kind. “Don’t ever say I never did anything nice for you.” 

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@hedcniist /  theo jameson location: heart toss, somewhere around the carnival 🎡

“I DON’T THINK I LIKE THIS GAME ANYMORE.” Mainly because she was losing. And, honestly, how was she supposed to keep up in a game like Heart Toss ( or balloon darts, or archery, OR any of the other fifty million impossible games here ) when her opponent was a Greek god reincarnated? She wasn’t even sure if this was even scientifically fair that he was beating her as much as he was and she wasn’t sure she was quite ready to blame the tequila coursing through her system or the fact that she had the physical stability of a baby giraffe. Seemed much more efficient to blame her bad luck on the man beside her who had just swept her in the last three games than herself. “I’ve had enough.” Of losing. “Let’s go…get a drink or something.” Or in other words: let's do something I'm good at. 

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@ofintrusions / denali de la cruz  location: somewhere around the carnival grounds 🎡

“THERE YOU ARE,” They were spotted before Mariana could even think to care and excuse herself from the group she was splitting from, stepping away quickly with a flask in one hand and a lighter in the other. She was high, or maybe by now she was just drunk. Mariana tended to sweat out a lot of coke when she was out in large groups and she had only taken a tiny bump before leaving her apartment. So maybe she was high or maybe she was drunk, either way, one thing was clear: she was too damn bored of waiting for the guys she was just with to finish rolling up the joint she had been waiting on to a point where the crowd seemed more interesting than the weed. And spotting Nali felt heaven-sent, like a sign that was sent to ease her restless nerves that she couldn't ignore. “I've been looking for you,” Or rather anyone who sparked the same amount of interest and enthusiasm as they gave to her. “I figured you bailed to get all tangled up with someone's girlfriend by now." Likely lying their ass off and telling them something sweet, and Mari would have been lying herself if she said she wasn't pleased to find out that they weren't. “So, tell me that you're free. Tell me that you don't have to go to your shift, either.” The flask in her hand shook with her movements and she had more weed burning a hole in a pocket for further use as she looped arm in arm with Denali through the moving crowd. “Tell me you'd rather hang with me and want to terrorize couples going to get their fortunes told.”

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Location: Hidden messages Status: Closed @illlogic-s (JB)

Brooklyn didn't know the guy she was paired up with and that made her a bit nervous, after everything that has been going down lately she was wary of people, especially men. "Hi." she said softly as she approached the booth and the man she would be working with, "I'm Brooklyn, I'm working this shift with you."

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JB WAS DRUNK. Or at least he was before trekking it through an endless crowd once he realized he almost missed his shift and began sweating out whatever bits of whiskey he still had in his system on the jog over. And he would have considered himself lucky that he made it just in time, too, if he hadn't been conned ( again ) into taking a double shot in a heart-shaped glass by Cupid before entering the booth. He was using the back of his hand to wipe his mouth clean of vodka by the time he noticed Brooklyn standing near. “Oh, hey.” He tried to mask the bad taste left in his mouth with a shake of his head while he continued to greet. “I'm JB." And while a part of him wanted to extend his hand out like this was some impromptu business meeting, JB left his free hand by his side and kept tucked deep into his pocket while he spoke. “So. You ever work one of these before?”

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@harleywolfe /  harley wolfe location: somewhere around the carnival grounds 🎡

“NO WAY DO THEY HAVE you out here telling people’s fortunes.” JB refused to believe it as a grin a split across his features, proving that his tease was all in good fun since had someone told him earlier that he'd be spotting Harley Wolfe of all people at the booth where heart-eyed, love-struck couples too early in the stages of their relationship to really see past the honeymoon stage decided to go and get their fortunes told by people who had no business reading into them, he would have laughed straight in their faces. Yet there she stood. A black smudge of leather against a booth exploding in colors of pink, white, and red. He no choice but to laugh, so he did. “C’mon. Do me next. Tell me I’ll be some billionaire in the next life or that my future ex wife’s some Brazilian supermodel.” 

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@illlogic-s event starter: closed for mariana

"So, what exactly is a wheel of love?" A chuckle he kept mostly to himself as he spotted Marina working the booth. He silently brushed off the comparison of this and watching her work her magic behind the bar any other night. Time and time again, he'd bit his tongue watching the poor, helpless assholes hand over tip after tip to the woman who barely had to bat her fucking eyelashes. "If you're scamming heart-eyed idiots out of their hard-earned cash here too, I might have to step in and do something about it."

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HER SHIFT WAS EASY, and so were the people, especially those who came to her booth all gullible and drunk and easy to entertain when they thought luck was on their side. Not so different from her night gig of working the bar at Pandemonium, only for $3 a spin on the pink and white wheel behind her did more people seem susceptible to putting their money where their mouth was than they were to spending $20 dollars on a single mojito. And if that was scamming, then Adam better do something about it now before her next round of customers. “Why don’t you put your hard-earned cash in the jar and find out for yourself?” Mariana relaxed into a lean across the surface and leveled her gaze to his. “Unless you want to ‘do something about it’, Mr. Hunt?” 

[ofhighrises]

LOCATION: Cupid's Carnival TAG: Theo + JB @hedcniist @illlogic-s

"Fuckin'-- get out-- Jesus--" At this point in the evening, the crowd around anywhere that sold alcohol had thickened to the point of almost unbearable, which was what prompted a visible rising anger in Elena as she carefully held three plastic cups of beer between her hands as she tried to navigate the densely packed group of people towards where she last left Theo and JB. She insisted she buy this round, but as some drunk asshole laughed loudly and backed into her, she was beginning to deeply regret her generosity. Finally she emerged, an image of barely-restrained feral anger, and nearly smashed into her waiting pair of friends.

"Elena ten minutes ago was a moron and I hate you both," she said as she held out her hands towards the pair of them so they could each take a cup. If someone six months ago told her that these were the two people with whom she felt most comfortable, most like herself, she'd have laughed in their face. Hell, she still might, but that didn't change the facts. "What's next?"

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Hands were raised in mock surrender, brows lifting along with them as he looked at Elena. " Hey now, no need for hatred. I told you I would go and get them but nooo. " The length of the drawn-out word exposing exactly what kind of state he was settling into. He'd managed to keep a decent buzz all day long, but as the sun faded so did his inhibitions and surrounded by two people he could genuinely call his friends, it was easy to fall into the pattern of familiarity.

Theo took the plastic cup, tipping it towards the brunette with a cheeky grin. " Thank you anyways, Sunshine. " A tease lacing his tone as he clapped a hand onto JB's shoulder. " I'm feeling a ride. " / @illlogic-s

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“YOU HATE US but whose idea was it to bulldoze through a drunk crowd?”  JB hadn’t offered himself up for the sacrifice task like Theo had because it took only one look towards the line thick with people all drunker than they should be for him to decide that he’d rather not drink than to have to deal with the general public. Cheap beer and shitty customer service were reserved for dive bars and clubs with no cover, not…whatever this actually was. He greedily accepted though, sliding his attention from off his phone to the beer offered and only allowing himself a grin when he heard Theo thank Miss. Sunshine herself.

“Shoulda spit in his drink for that.” Not like anything worse could make this beer taste any less like shit, anyways. “Let’s smash some hearts.” JB turned to Theo at his side and lifted a brow at the mention of rides.

“If you want spin until your stomach’s sick, by all means, go ahead, but I liked my lunch earlier and I want to keep it down.” And after seeing people he'd rather not ever think about, he could go for a little rage smashing, so JB turned his attention back to Elena."Your call. What do you say?" / @ofhighrises

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[rosecrystal]

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Despite being a barista herself and often being annoyed by obnoxious students who inhabited the café she worked at for hours and hours at a time, Isabel found herself doing the exact same thing. Only, she made a point of asking the workers if it was okay for her to chill at the place for an hour or two, all whilst trying to find a better job. Or write a song. Or do just about anything that required something more creative than the four walls of her room. 

Getting up to join the slowly growing queue, Isabel was lost in her own little world, only snapping out of it when a man spoke up, suddenly moving to standing in front of her, effectively jumping the queue. “Come on, it doesn’t look that bad!” She argued. “Although, when you need caffeine, that’s non-negotiable.” At least that was the case when it came to her. Working as a barista came as a blessing sometimes. “I’ll take a specialty latte, if you promise not to make fun of the way it looks.”

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“SPECIALTY LATTE?” JB felt his brows knit together while he spoke, the words coming out slow and clear as if he didn’t understand. “Like one of those mocha pumpkin drinks that they start advertising in the summer?” The face he pulled was nothing if not skeptical. He’s heard the dramatics of these things, on how whipped cream and seasonal flavors have taken over even the simplest of coffee orders, and while he’s tried to keep an open mind to most creative decisions made by his local coffee haunts, the sugar-caffeinated hybrid of a monster is where he often drew the line. “Unless?” Unless she maybe had something else in mind, though the ‘if you promise not to make fun of the way it looks’ didn’t really sell him over that it was anything less than what had come to mind.

 A brief sigh and a little bit of mental gymnastics later, JB braced himself for the order.  “Alright. What is it?” 

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Traci Brimhall, Dear Eros

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Amusement flitted across the hint of exhaustion that clung to features as cool blue eyes watched the brunette behind the bar, hands clasped together beneath the faint stubble that lined his jaw. Theo didn't typically eavesdrop, or at least he tried not to, but the line of questioning definitely had intrigue clawing its way to the forefront of his mind. It felt akin to a bad reality television show, or a car that was lit up in flames on the freeway, something you couldn't quite tear your gaze away from, though realistically you knew you should. But, he didn't, as he hadn't when he'd come across the latter mere hours ago, not even feigning ignorance as Mari hung up the phone and turned his way.

" Afraid not. Though I'm sure you could always ask your friend to send their clients your way and you'd be all set. " The beginnings of a grin teasing his features as he dropped his hands to the smooth surface of the bar. " Now, you wouldn't happen to know anyone who'd be able to get me a drink, would you? The bartenders seem to be a little preoccupied tonight. "

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“HA-HA, funny. Remind me to never again ask you for help.” Just the thought of even having clients of that kind made Mariana pull a face of dark knitted brows and an accompanying red-lipped frown. And while she’s never been one to knock someone’s hustle, there were lines she had drawn that she just simply couldn’t ever see herself crossing, and that fully included those that liked to see her pedicure in different styles and her feet in different shoes, amongst other weird things. That, and, like, selling organs on the dark web for a couple hundred bucks. She can’t say how she knows about it, but had a feeling Theo would disapprove either way. 

Now, you wouldn't happen to know anyone who'd be able to get me a drink, would you?

“I mean, have you tried the cool thing called ordering?” She matched his lean with one of her own, fingertips and palms facing opposite his as she leveled to his gaze and began teasing all the same. “That’s typically what people do once they’ve got the bartender’s attention. You just decided to be unhelpful first.” She lifted a hand to poke him in the chest before pulling away to go reach for a glass. “What can I get you, Theo?”