i won't run.

7teen. no teenage icon.         we do not destroy our enemies, we change them.                              in the face of pain, there are no heroes.                                                           sanity is not statistical.

[nicholas-scciora]

Nic quickly learned that school wasn’t going to happen while being deaf, it just wasn’t going to work. In fact, part of him wanted to just drop school all together but being in his sophomore year, it was difficult to do that. Well, not difficult but his mother made it difficult seeing as they had a large argument that left Nic frustrated and slamming the front door as he started wandering the streets.

"I see you," Nic said as the person rounding the corner, heading towards the pier where he could sit quietly with no one bothering him this late at night.

[jadedjacobs]

Wholly blessed with the talent of being alone about 90% of the time, Eva had to get creative when it came to filling up lonely hours. That somehow equated to her walking around like some sort of stray dog, indulging in the American Spirits she smoked almost exclusively. A dirty habit, maybe, but one that kept her busy nonetheless. Bringing it to her lips, she followed it with her lighter. Inhaling, she sighed deeply. That was some good--

--Shit. She nearly tripped on her own feet at the sound of a voice, letting the cigarette fall from her lips to stamp it out, a demur expression crossing her face. Eva Jacobs? Smoking? Never. "Uh," she started, eyes finally settling on Nic, eyebrows furrowing. Was she supposed to exaggerate mouth to fit her words? "S'not mine."

[divinewhimsrp]

"I could pretend that school is kicking my ass, and that’s the reason for my little disappearing act, but we all know that’s not true. Ten points to whoever can guess what I was really doing.” 

[divinewhimsrp]

[jadedjacobs]

"Drugs."

[lineofisla]

"Yes…?"

[jadedjacobs]

"Never mind. Why am I asking you? I'm sure this is just all of 'God's Plan'.

[trentonq]

"Do you want an actual answer to that?"

[jadedjacobs]

"Pass. Just a hypothetical question to my very real disgust."

[nicholas-scciora]

Did you say something?

[jadedjacobs]

"Just complaining about the general state of our planet, as per usual teenage angst bullshit."

[birmuzikblogu-deactivated201701]

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[jadedjacobs]

For fuck's sake, how is the world even real right now?

[romnsgodfrey-deactivated2016061]

[jadedjacobs]

Arctic Monkeys Song Starters

"Maybe I just wanna be yours"

"All I wanna hear her say is "Are you mine? "

"Maybe I'm too busy being yours to fall for somebody new"

"Why'd you only call me when you're high?"

"So you're on the prowl wondering whether she left already or not"

"You knew that it'd be trouble right before the very first kiss"

"An ache in your soul is everybody's goal"

"I probably still adore you with your hands around my neck"

"You left before the lights came on"

"Be cruel to me cause I'm a fool for you"

"Didn’t see you sneak in but I’m glad you stopped"

"There's always somebody taller, with more of a wit"

"And you're looking pretty suspicious and probably planning a heist."

"Remember when you used to be a rascal?"

"Well you cured my January blues"

[jadedjacobs]

@eva-l: someone make out with me to nude by radiohead

[jadedjacobs]

Do Me A Favour || Slater + Eva

[sprezlocki-blog]

Slater valued his life, so he kept his mouth shut as soon as Eva opened hers, hands coming up to nervously toy with the camera strap. He didn’t dare look her in the eyes, or anywhere else for that matter, so he stared out at the scenery and tried very hard not to have a panic attack. The more Eva spoke, the more obvious it was that she was getting worked up and that Slater was probably going to die. He had a fleeting thought of texting someone- anyone at this point- an S.O.S. But then she was looking at him with an odd gleam in her eyes and she slowly approached him so that they were even closer than they had been before when she’d forced her way against his ribs, which still hurt.

When she bopped him on the node, he scrunched up his face and stepped back three large paces. “Okay, first off, there is a thing called personal space.” He spread his hands out in front of him. “This is my personal space of which I am entitled to, and you cannot breach without permission. Secondly,” he hesitated, not sure what to say. It was all a lie, and he knew that, and it looked like she knew that, but he couldn’t let it get exposed, especially not tonight. He fiddled with the camera and accidentally set of the flash, which startled him into dropping the thing and looking back at Eva. “Congratulations. You’ve discovered my inability to not make my life hell. You wanna help? What do you want, Eva?” he ended with, exasperatedly. Everyone always wanted something, and Slater knew she wasn’t above blackmail. Which apparently was what was happening. His life, seriously.

[jadedjacobs]

Eva blinked against the sudden flash of the camera, eyebrows raising when it suddenly fell to the ground. Shoulders lifting with her heaved sigh, she shook her head. "Can't we just be friends, Slater?" she asked, her tone so sickly sweet that it dripped with malicious intent. "You don't want to be exposed as a fraud, right? Not to them." Them being those inside, and she gestured with an arm to indicate just that. "Me, it doesn't matter if I know. It just matters what I can do with it." With her coyly worded threats and growing threats, she was starting to feel like some sort of godfather. Blackmail. Why hadn't she'd thought of this sooner? There was only so much of a battle she could fight by herself. She figured it was time to bring in reinforcements. "What I want," she started carefully, as if looking for the right words, "is for you to do what you're good at. I want you to fake it for me."

Again, she moved, but it wasn't towards him. Instead, she began a sashay around him, like a lioness circling her prey. "You're well connected. You've got an in with, well-- everyone. That's what I need. An in." She paused to look at him, lacing her fingers behind her back, feet together, looking awfully prim and not like someone who was capable of blackmail. "We'll get our picture taken. We're going to leave together. You'll offer me your jacket because you're a gentlemen and it's cold. We'll say goodbye to parents and friends and towns people together, and you'll walk me to my car." Another smile alighted on her lips. "School starts up, we'll be eating lunch together with your group or whatever. If anyone questions it, you just shoot them down. Why? Because you and I, Slater? We're going to be friends. And then she reached out towards him, offering his arm for him to hook his into. "Let's go back inside, BFF."

[jadedjacobs]

Do Me A Favour || Slater + Eva

[sprezlocki-blog]

Slater gave her a dull look at her curse, and ignored the quickened beating of his heart. Eva may be shorter than him, but she was terrifying when she wanted to be, he’d seen it. He saw it best to just play along until the last possible moment to escape maximum damage. He held back the second flinch when she reached out to toy with his camera strap, ducking his head with a hiss as she ripped the thing over his head. “Hey! Watch the hair, took me two hours,” he grumbled as he fixed his mask. He unwillingly held the glass in his hands, eyes scanning the area around them quickly just to be sure no one was paying them any mind. if he got caught holding the drink, he was more than screwed. 

His eyes widened when between one blink and the next, Eva was pressed against him. He looked down at her in shock and moved his arm reflexively, hoping to not lose it before the evening is out. He took the camera and gripped it tight so as to not drop it, and his shocked stare turned into a glare. Without a choice or a retort on his tongue, he let himself be dragged by Eva outside. He sighed quietly in relief when she let him go and stepped away from her quickly, pulling the camera back around his neck in haste. He opened his mouth, twice, to ask what the hell she was doing, but she cut him off on both occasions. He floundered for an answer and went from as much truth as possible. “Well, he needed me to do some things for him around school. Yearbook and newspaper stuff, you know. Uh, then we just,” he shrugged helplessly, “started hanging out? Why do you care, I thought you hated the guy?” 

[jadedjacobs]

As he started answering her question with the expected amount of diplomacy, she rolled her eyes, turning her back to him mid-sentence to look back up to darkening sky. "I do," she conceded very candidly. She figured if this whole thing was going to work, they both ought to be honest with each other. "I'm glad that's the extent of your knowledge on our relationship." The glass in her fingers was growing colder and colder, and she wished she'd brought a jacket of some kind. She moved to put the flute down, but then she paused, looking at for a second. Straightening up, she held it by the stem, giving it a little shake towards Slater. "Champagne," she said, almost affectionally. "Did you know the first drink I ever had was with Kingston Wright? I remember he thought I was this innocent little girl, so he invited me over and we sat on his roof until three in the morning drinking straight from the Dom Perignon bottle."

She'd turned fully towards him now, the flute limp in one hand will the other rested on her hip. "I remember when he brought me to my first concert. Arctic Monkeys. And I remember when we tried the cinnamon challenge together.  I remember when we watched the entirety of Friends. I remember becoming just part of his group, being an important addition. I remember eating lunch with him, and tutoring sessions, and nights we all spent smoking weed on the field. I remember him being one of my best friends and feeling like I belonged to something great." As she spoke, she'd closed the distance between them until she was standing nearly toe-to-toe with him, a hand placed against his abdomen through his shirt, having to tilt her head back to look him in the eye. "Know what I don't remember?" she inquired quietly, walking her fingers up his chest. "You," she gave definitively, lifting her hand from his torso to boop him on the nose with the tip of her finger

[nick-callaway]

Fair enough. Free booze is always a plus, I guess. I think you’d probably have to thank the mayor for that one. 

[jadedjacobs]

Free booze is the best. More people should get into car crashes just so I can drink more.

That sounded worse coming out of my mouth than it did in my head. I've had six drinks. Don't talk to me.

[jadedjacobs]

Do Me A Favour || Slater + Eva

[sprezlocki-blog]

Slater had been using his camera for the last half hour as a safety net from the insane amount of people that attended the party. He clutched the black plastic in his hands as he canvased the large ballroom, eyes sweeping over all of those in attendance. He took a few candid shots, but none of them seemed usable. The balcony posed as a good spot to take photographs, and either people saw him taking pictures or recognized him, because when he got back down to the main floor, he was surrounded by fellow townsfolk. They addressed him by name and told him how sorry they were, and how was he feeling, and how he was coping, and if he needed people to pose for photos. It was overwhelming, but exhilarating at the same time. 

Slater waved the last group of four off as they told him for the fifth time how sorry they were and thanking him for being strong. Slater chose not to argue. He looked down at his camera screen and clicked through the photos he’d taken so far. He felt eyes on him, and he looked up just in time to see Eva, of all people, standing in front of him with an irritating smirk on her face. His eyes widened at the sight of the champagne in her hand, and his marked wrist twitched involuntarily. He flinched at her touch, face scrunching as he ducked away slightly. He wiped at his cheek with his sleeve as he scowled at her. “He’s not even here, Eva, though that should be obvious.” He dropped the camera from his hands and let it hang around his neck limply. 

[jadedjacobs]

"No shit," was her immediate and blithe response, ridding herself of her empty glass by placing it on a tray as a waiter walked by, immediately snatching up a new one, but holding off on drinking it. "But when he goes through them when -- no, I'm sorry, if -- he wakes up, he'll love to see you looking all spic and span for his event, right?" Hand falling from his face, she brought it to the camera strap, haphazardly removing it from his neck with an amount of heedlessness that was earned over time. The glass was then passed off to him with a muttered, "Watch this for me," as she worked to grab the camera with both hands, fiddling with it until the screen lit up and she could see the pictures. She only looked through the first couple before she was shaking her head with a laugh that was more out of disbelief than anything.

And then Eva was moving until she was almost quite literally all up in his business, standing adjacent to him, closer to his height in her heels but still dwarfed by a few inches. She'd positioned herself so her shoulder was pressed against his rib cage and his arm had no place to go except for around her shoulders. Taking her glass back, she dropped the camera in his hands carelessly with a sip of her golden liquid. "Walk with me," she said, a command rather than a suggestion. Once they started moving, Eva directed them until they were moving out back into the chilled night air, and she slipped out from under his arm to drown the rest of her glass. "Beautiful, isn't it?" she asked, looking at the moon. But before he could answer, she was spinning on her heel to face him, pointing an accusatory finger with a smug smile. "So, tell me again how you and Kingston are friends."

[nick-callaway]

Probably not. This is serious business though, I swear. Either someone is rigging these things and taking all the money or it’s just out to get me but something is going on. I can’t deal with out my snacks, Eva.

[jadedjacobs]

We can go to, like, the Olive Garden once I'm sufficiently drunk. Their bread sticks are heaven and time times better than whatever the fuck's on these trays. I'm actually worried for whoever paid for this.

[nick-callaway]

I’m officially convinced that vending machines have it out for me. This is the second time this month that one has eaten my money and not given me food.

Corporations are trying to starve me. 

[jadedjacobs]

Is your mind, like, capable of thinking of something other than eating, Quigs?

[jadedjacobs]