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@joshuamadley
âYeah well, save your breath because youâre not getting any hand outs from me buddy.â
ââDid your parents never tell you that it is incredibly bad mannered to speak to strangers with such crass rudeness? I would never bring myself to anything of that sort, other than stating that it was an entire joke and I would never take a hand out from someone like you, little girl.ââ
He tried to keep up with his tangent, in the back of his mind wondering where Joshua was going with it. David resisted the grin that tugged on his lips when Joshua wrinkled his nose. He didnât answer the question, just watched Joshua carefully as his hand was placed back in his pocket, a tiny bit let down but not showing it at all. âExpect me to to extend the same courtesy.â An endless swirl of pretty words with no sustenance.
He began to get a little uneasy when he noted the otherâs responses were getting shorter, and less was being said between them, but couldnât pinpoint where exactly he was going wrong, his words trying to hold up some kind of ground, though it kept ending up with them both just being stood looking at one another, ââSo, like we said, or you said...ââ he stopped for a moment to clear his throat, stepping from one leg to the other slowly, ââWeâll see eachother around?ââ Joshua let the statement float, but it could mean anything, in a few days, few months, it was a mystery. ââIf you wanted to stop by my apartment for more than a quick dangle from the edge of the building and a talk in a freezing corridor sometime, feel free, though Iâm afraid I donât have the most specialty range of biscuits.ââ
Ren groaned, closing his laptop and setting it aside. âOkay. Here goes. So. Iâm in Walgreens, buying some condoms, because thatâs what I have to do sometimes, and the cashier is staring at me weirdly, and Iâm not sure whatâs going on, right? Keep in mind that there are people around, likeâ a good amount of people, too. And in the middle of the transaction his entire face like lights up and he starts talking to me and heâs likeâ âomg I didnât know where I knew you from but do you do gay porn?â And of course I freak out like 'no what why would you think that whatâs wrong with you,â because I obviously do not do gay porn and then everyone is staring at me and I basically ran off and I forgot to take the condoms with me. So.â
Joshuaâs eyebrows maintain a raised stance throughout the whole story, deciding which road to take with his reaction... he could act amused, or he could ridicule about the whole situation, which of course he ended up going with the latter, a wry smirk tugging up the ends of his thin lips, ââI donât blame the guy, you do have the cheekbones for it, so I wouldnât be surprised if you were on one of those sleazy things once in a while, hm?ââ, he aired, winking briefly in his direction, thinking it may be too cliche if he told him he was âkiddingâ after the way he so forwardly said it. It wasnât something the blonde actively seeked to watch, either, so he could have only gone on his judgement from sheer teasing anyway, ââItâs not weird, itâs hilarous, and if I had two shits about me Iâd probably laugh, let me tell you now,ââ he nodded, tapping the otherâs nose a few times randomly. ââI sure do hope you didnât continue to engage in whatever activity you were about to without some of those objects you were going to buy, now that would be dangerous.ââ
âThis conversation isnât as messed up as you think; tweakers say worse, do worse, and generally are far more unappealing than anything Iâve experienced. So how does one give birth to the child of the Prince of Darkness? Are you Rosemaryâs baby?â
ââI thought I was someone who took a joke to the next level, yet here you are, large and in charge of this conversation, yet whilst Iâm supposed to be impressed by this astonishing effort being put into trotting on about a load of shit, I canât help but think how incredibly boring it all sounds. On the other hand, how the fuck did you manage to actually substain all of this information and spew it out so it sounds like half sense?ââ
âWell. Thank you so much for that incredible piece of lie advice and help.â
ââFor every 50p donated - I will give you another incredible piece of truthful advice and help.ââ
nikolaikovalenko:
âHow tragic. While I would love to ignore everyone in my life I love getting paid even more than that. Also, Iâm not a huge fan of being in trouble with my mother still.âÂ
ââWhat is so good about money? It doesnât get you anywhere, no further in life, no closer with people, no more famous than you already were, people forget you just as easily as if you were poor, I should know, Iâm a millionaire.ââ
Brendan wandered to the back of the pub, hoping to catch the eye of the mystery man, but he lost sight of him. And after he saw him trying to find his way through the crowd, he saw him running towards the door. He couldnât fathom why he was running out, and even though he didnât know him, he felt the sudden urge to run after the boy. So he ran out, into the pouring rain, having left his guitar back behind the bar. âHey!â He didnât know what to call him, but he just needed to speak to him. âWhyâd you run away?â
Glad of the quiet, Joshua slowly brought his leg up to rest his foot against the wall, hearing squeals and hurried feet of children and their parents quickly trying to dodge out of the rain as it began to pour down, bringing a soft nature to his own aura, part of the whole reason he had brought himself out here. No other sounds, just pattering water against the concrete and buzzing on the insides of his ears from the music that had just droned out peopleâs speech in the music room just then. Unnoticing he had been followed up until he heard a faint sound through the weather, he opened one eye to see the musician sauntering out, grappling the sides of the wall to stop him from falling at the quick change of atmosphere, ââI hardly ran away, did I? I just merely ... left,ââ he breathed out, undecided why the other was even here, wasnât he supposed to be busy? ââI doubt my presence in there was anything but a mere glimmer amongst the blocks of others, what do you want?ââ
âOhâ okay,â Ren said with a blush. âYou sure? This is a pretty embarrassing tale.â
ââIf I wasnât sure, I most probably wouldnât have persisted to ask in the first place, would I? Go figure, redhead,ââ Joshua noticed the other manâs flared cheeks, the only response that came from himself was raised eyebrows, wondering how bad it could actually be, ââI think youâre the one whoâs not sure here, am I right?ââ He huffed, tossing away the paper in his lap and he goes to sit cross legged on the edge of Rubenâs bed, ââIâm here, youâre here, just fucking tell me already.ââ
jamesonbirch:
âHave you never heard of Danteâs Inferno? I thought itâd be on every Satanistâs reading list, like how all Christians love to gather around the fireplace and watch Passion of the Christ on Christmas. Iâm so glad youâre so chummy with Satan though; Iâd ask for an autograph, but Iâm sure thatâd be too much to ask. Tell your father Iâm a fan.â
ââSure, Iâve heard of it, as of about right now I have, anyway. Cheers for that, not that Iâll remember anything about it in several years time - nor will I want to. If you asked my father for an autograph, mâpretty sure youâd get some sort of fucked up spanking or several whips as you worship his feet, as for me telling him you like him, he only visits once a year, so Iâm afraid youâve missed out this time. Shame. I appreciate your ability to be able to carry on a messed up conversation.ââ
âI suppose not. It honestly sounds quite nice, not having anyone calling. Although it may also sound upsetting depending on what kind of person you are. But Iâm going to assume that youâre not a big social butterfly type, yeah?â
ââYou assumed right, well done, though unfortunately at this time I donât have any gold stars to offer to you as a reward. If it sounds nice, why not just get rid of your phone? Thereâs nothing keeping you, nothing stopping you from ignoring everyone in life, theyâll only ignore you in time, anyway. This comes from both experience and fact.ââ
âYou know damn well turkey eyes donât last in Hell; I doubt youâd be so stupid. Unless you mean you meet with Satan in the 9th circle, seeing that Danteâs right and all. Is it cushy down there? Are there a lot of fucking going on or is it more of a chained up kind of situation?â
ââWhat the hell are you talking about? Satan comes to me, Iâll have you know, I have special tricks to make this happen whenever I want, heâs practically my father, and the turkey faces are his Christmas gifts. But, if you must know, the fucking done in hell is much more gruesome than you could ever imagine.ââ
âI will not sit here and let you slander my name like this. Andâ uh, I donât remember, man. Do you want to hear? Because I canâŠâ
ââStop blathering, this has been a story awaiting me for weeks now, so out with it, I want to hear every little embarrassingly humiliatingly horribly tender little detail.ââ
A sort of excited warmth spread in his chest at the compliment, even if Joshua himself didnât seem very sure about it. He finally got some sort of clue in what Joshua meant, the smirk was a fucking relief to him, and he matched it. âGood to know. Thatâs actually a line I havenât heard before, most guys lead with something cheesy about my eyes, Iâve never heard âmy metaphorical heart would pump blood for you.â before.â
ââAt least itâs different, Iâm not recycled like many other men are nowadays, doing whatever they do, flashing their beards on social networking, trying to get likes -- or followers, something like that, why would you want people to follow you? Itâs completely absurd,ââ Heâd gotten lost on a bit of a tangent here, wrinkling his nose, ââMaybe youâre into that, I dunno..ââ Joshua silenced himself, taking Davidâs hand that was already in his and placing it in the otherâs pocket firmly, needing a slight neatness to it, ââItâs cold out, donât want your hands freezing off,ââ retracting his own fingers, he let them hang loosely by his side again, ââWell I certainly wouldnât compare your eyes to cheddar, David.ââ
Tetulisset || Cora & Joshua
Cora hadnât expected this when she started her day. It was supposed to be a normal day, an easy day, but she was grateful that fate had intervened. She had guided them back to each other and it was a comforting thought; perhaps the only thing that kept her standing and calm. ââOf course Iâm pretty,ââ she said. Words finally coming to her again as she playfully smirked, ââbut I canât go to the park with raccoon eyes, can I?ââ As they walked she couldnât help but roll her eyes. ââTake the compliment, Joshua,ââ Cora replied sternly. ââWe both know youâre very handsome.ââ She playfully flicked him with her fingers â an old habit. At his mention of her brother she stopped abruptly, hand coming out to stop him against his chest. ââYou remember my brother, right? Little beanstalk of a thing?ââ Had he lost his memory? It was an alarming thought, one scarier than all the others but she forced a small smile. There was still so much she didnât know about the time he was away. She didnât understand, he acted so different yet he was still her Josh. ââItâs okay if you did, heâs not coming to the park with us so it doesnât matter.ââ
Before he could form a true answer, his own eyes diverted to Coraâs as they walked, it was an awkward angle, but he could still see the outlines and the depth that was miles of memories behind them, thus causing him to disagree profoundly, ââNo. Theyâre not raccoon eyes. Your eyes look fine, I said, donât change âem,ââ this wasnât because he was a typical bloke who just wanted to get out faster because of his minimal patiance span, this was the sheer fact that he believed she looked good just the way she was. It was easy to slowly find his old sense of humour around her, too, and held out his hand in her direction, ââTake the compliment? Alright, pass it here then,ââ he didnât laugh, but a mild chuckle surpassed his lips, that was something, curling his finger and wiggling it in a beckoning motion. A surprised huff sounded from him when he was instantly stopped with her hand against his chest, staring the whole thing out for a second, before searching out her expression to try and find the answer before she had even said anything at all. ââYour brother? Oh. I thought you meant you had a child.ââ This was difficult, more often than not, any memories from before the fire just flashed in his mind as ashes from smoke, it were only big milestones in his child and teenhood he could vaugely put together, remembering his best friend at this time had been one of them. ââI forgot,ââ he put bluntly, feeling even more vacant than before, ââWas ... was I supposed to remember?ââ
Ashton didnât watch as he took her cigarettes, she felt better when she stared at the ground. She couldnât see any scowls or make any unwanted eye contact. As the items where pressed back into her hands she noticed he had taken two but she didnât mind. She had offered them to him, she couldnât really complain that he had helped himself. He had been singing, so why didnât just say that? Stupid girl. you always have to make things so complicated. Dammit Ashton. She kicked herself for being such an idiot. She looked down at her lighter and cigarettes, awkwardly then shoved them into her bag roughly. Anxiously she toyed with her fingers, tugging at her sleeves nervously and rolling the fabric between her fingers as a distraction. âY-yeahâŠi-it was uhmâŠit was lovelyâŠâ She blurted out. âS-sorry itâŠitâs uhhâŠkind of blurryâŠâ She said referring to the Halloween party. âI uhmâŠi donât reallyâŠâ She finally looked up at him and recognized him from the bar they had set up at the party. âOh uhmâŠI remember seeing you. What uhmâŠwhat do you meanâŠh-hardly there?â She breathed.
Joshua lit one up and took a few mere seconds of a drag, before turning his nose up at it, unliking the distaste it left in his mouth, he chucked it at the pristine floor and stamped on it to put it out, leaving it there, picking up the second one, lighting that, and just as quickly throwing at away, wasting the two sticks of tobacco in less than a minute, eyes focused on the way they both sizzled against the floor, looking as though he was investigating every single thing about them. Once he had looked up again, it was like his face was repeatedly washed of anything that happened in the last few days, he could be as distant as a raving sea when he wanted to, it was all a matter of choice. ââLovely?ââ, he scoffed between words, remembering just being huddled in the corner, and something about getting water on his shoes with two grown men bickering over who should clean it, which he still didnât understand. ââI wouldnât go that far, though I suppose it canât of been that bad if you enjoyed it, even more so if it was blurry.ââ Shrugging, he kicked the dead cigs impulsively under the desk, finding strength to fold his arms as he formed his next sentence, ââIt wasnât like I participated, not really, I left after about fifteen minutes, I found more solace in the ghouls in the maze than the people actually in the party.ââ His brows continued to raise at her body language, they were like two different parallels standing in a room, one unable to stop jittering, the other completely still. ââMaybe you shouldâve come to talk to me, I might have actually felt like being there.ââ
âPersonal space? Iâm nowhere near you, Joshua,â she said in the same tone that he had given her a few seconds before hand. Scraping her long hair over the other shoulder so it acted like less of a wall between the two of them, she crossed over her legs comfortably while eyeing the blond boy as if she was inspecting him. Rolling her eyes, she answered. âOh, yeah, of course, Iâll just come back as a ghost or wait for a vampire to bite me, blah blah. That would be great, I could spend years painting without needing to stop and I could spend any free time annoying you!â
Joshua narrowed his eyes as though he was completely perplexed by the fact Madlen acted as though that couldnât actually happen, but it could, he was a walking example of afterlife, or, in his words, afterdead. ââWhy are you being sarcastic about it? Of course you could.ââ His words came out truthfully, and steady, digested fully into what he was saying, believing every word he said to her, ââIt really is that simple, though I have to warn you -- death? Ainât as painless as everyone says, the first few hours are rough,ââ he paused, a sudden white noise in his mind jittering at him to be quiet, heâd only spoke this much about it up to now because of the alcohol in his numb system, ââIâve noticed youâre already spending quite a lot of your free time annoying me... here you are right now.ââ
nikolaikovalenko:
âI guess thatâs true. But really â no one to talk to at all? I at least get calls from work.âÂ
ââIs that weird having no-one to talk to at all? I guess Iâve just grown so used to it that I donât even think about it anymore, no memories of friends nor relationships, so no contacts in the first place - simple, no calls.ââ
