HAVE YOU SEEN ME?

[ahhlurkin]

LA by ahhlurkin

[junkyardburied-blog]

bulletfated:

     “ i thought you were dead, rachel. ”

the scene plays through her head like a movie. not far over from the shack she considered her second home, a body was buried in the ground. rachel’s body. she’d found it with max; dug through the dirt herself to get to it. she’d sobbed over it but now it wasn’t the missing girl’s remains.

her fingers loosen on rachel’s shoulders, instead sliding down her arms and completely off. the ‘away’ hit her in the gut like a mean punch, leaving her winded and physically unable to move. the shock and confusion twisted into an anger that festered up until she opened her mouth again. what rachel could’ve meant by it being bad for herself didn’t even cross her mind. she knew the half of it, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. she felt too betrayed.

    “ oh, so you left without telling me ? you couldn’t even have told me you just had to go away for a bit ? un-fucking-believable. all bad, yeah. how do you think i’ve felt the past six months ? you could have AT LEAST called me, but you didn’t. so much for leaving this shitpit together, huh ? ”

         "i thought i was just missing." 

rachel shrugged, shoulders suddenly cold from chloe's fingers. there's something - something that bothered her about this. for obvious reasons, but a disturbance was created in her as if never before. tsunami-like, even. it takes her a moment to process the thought, the words chloe was spitting in harsh wavelengths to rachel that seemed more like verbal chucks to the face than words. slowly, rachel's fingers searched for chloe's. 

         "i didn't have a choice. he knew i was gone. they looked for me, chloe. i don't blame you for freaking, okay? not cool of me. i know. i'm sorry. there's just been a lot of shit going on. i was scared."

she tries to grasp for chloe's fingers, but she's doing so with shaky hands. she's not even sure if she should touch chloe at all. a lot changed in the past six months, she can tell; there's something different about chloe. at least she had her old best friend back, right? her body feels cold in all the heat, and suddenly pinprick of a spot on her neck feels colder than anything else possible.

[bulletfated-blog]

       “ rachel ? ”

she thinks she’s dreaming. her fists clench against the cushion, nails digging crescent moon shapes into her palms. the pinch of pain should wake her up if she’s asleep, but she isn’t. she didn’t fall asleep on the worn out couch in their place at the junkyard, or have enough substance to get her to pass out. chloe launches herself up, hands immediately grabbing at her shoulders in order to assure she was solid; not a ghost, not a figment. 

      “ i don’t get it         oh, man, this is hella insane. what        how are you here ? ”

[junkyardburied-blog]

                   " hey, hey, hey, relax. "

      she's not sure what she should of expected; not at all. there's a moment where her eyes widen in an awed shock, which sends her toes tingling in response. it was like staring at someone's demise, but it might as well had been considering what her absence had caused. she looked tired, worn, and for the most part sickly. there's a time where rachel remembers her vibrantly living and surviving arcadia bay, but now it seems foggy compared to this new image.

             " i've... been away. for a little. los angeles, to be                                   exact. i dunno. it's been bad, chloe. all bad. " 

[junkyardburied-blog]

@bulletfated

       "so... did i miss anything?"

[junkyardburied-blog]

@hisgrief

      "i like your flannel." rachel exposes a grin synonymous to sunlight before she adjusts her own, almost as if she was intrigued. "i heard somebody say flannel was going out of style. personally, i disagree."

[webheadedarchive-blog]

“Well, it is pretty great. Granted, I have lived here my     whole life so I’ve seen just about every inch of the city.”

[junkyardburied-blog]

          "i've never." she admits it in a way that seems embarrassed. "you're so lucky. there's so much people here and so many things to do, i'd rather be in places like these than anywhere else."

[rubiesjanes]

[junkyardburied-blog]

nina dobrev photographed by Caitlin Cronenberg and Jessica Ennis.

[vilemagic]

         “ you just aren’t bein’ quick enough to grab ‘em.         calm down, jane doe. what sort of 

                         QUESTION IS THAT ??

       of course i smoke. wouldn’t take ‘em if i didn’t.         now shhhh, you’re gonna miss the good part.” 

[junkyardburied-blog]

                “ goddamn asshole, i paid for 'em, at least                 hand me one. can't you whip up some shit with your                 magical powers or something, with your sabrina the                 teenage witch ass. ”

[cantbae]

[fireheartes]

[junkyardburied-blog]

i missed truly missed this account so much oh.

[junkyardburied-blog]

            “ the fuck are y'doing? quit hoggin' the popcorn... and the cigarettes!            d'ya even smoke for fuck's sake?”

[adeloes-moved-blog]

              ❛     hopefully i haven’t offended you. it                    is never my intention to offend someone.   ❜    

[junkyardburied-blog]

       ❛lucky, i'm not easy to offend.           if i WAS, i would'a been throwin' punches. ❜ 

[junkyardburied-blog]

Reblog this if you understand that sometimes people get overwhelmed and have to drop threads.

Reblog this if you know it sucks to have threads dropped and can make people sad, but still understand that sometimes people need to do this.

Reblog this if you’re a decent person who understands that RP and plotting to RP is supposed to be fun and not stressful.

Reblog this if you care more about your RP partner than your RP.

[hurricaneseasonnn-blog]

[bloodyarmor-deactivated20150703]

    he might have been involved in a ( MENTAL ) war,      but he’s sure as HELL  not a hero. that’s the first     annoyance. the SECOND  is  her  bringing  up  his     scars in the first place –  there’s a reason he tries     to HIDE most of them beneath leather & bitterness.     his expression doesn’t even waver, though, just as     hardened as when he walked in,   making him look     as APATHETIC as he could only wish he really is.

    ❛ maybe that’s WHY i’m trying to buy some drugs.     PTSD or   …   whatever.    do you want my fuckin’     money or not ? this YEAR would be nice. ❜

[junkyardburied-blog]

        ❛ain't saying it to be MEAN or anythin'.                               sorry. well first'o all, do             you wanna snort it, smoke it, or             do i gotta get those needles out?❜

a pointed digit lead to the bag of sterilized needles contained in a plastic green tinted bag. she eyes it  for a moment with slight disgust before she flickers her gaze back to him, eyes PENSIVE. she's fidgety  while her eyes scan over him, but her eyes have never been able to SEE anything but tragedy from anyone. but that's none of her business, how he was lead to  where he was now wasn't her problem.

[junkyardburied-blog]

        ❛no OFFENSE or anythin',            but y'look more like a war hero            than someone tryn'a buy drugs.❜

the words are placed carefully while a hand is dragged to her hip bone, a poking grin  jutting at the flesh of her cheeks. she's not sure if he's new to this or not, but he  doesn't look much OLDER than her. for  some reason, her smile feels corrosive as she STARES onwards at the guy who looks  like tragedy was the bully of his school, and he was their favorite victim.