THE D E V I L MADE ME DO IT

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   “ i get it. m’kind of used to being on my own when i’m at home. ” well, not entirely alone. tyrone was there - after all. though fortunately the puppet was silently drooping by jason’s side, leaving him some peace. ‘ my mom works. i don’t really see her too much ‘less i go to church after school. but what about your school? you got anyone else to sign your cast? ” 

@outofthelight SC.

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Here’s the thing about the DEVIL, you need him… then you need him to go the fuck away. So, some forsaken genius started killing sheep, lambs…babies. Holding them up to say ‘The devil in me is in this, and this is DEAD!’ Then someone said ‘Hey, we are wasting a lot of sheep, why don’t we just KILL the sweetest guy we know?’ And that’s how we invented Jesus. So for the last couple thousand years, merrily we roll along solving our problems by putting horns on them and watching our saviours BURN! Laugh, motherfuckers. THAT SHIT’S FUNNY!

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emborn 

It takes about two seconds before fingers go to nervously tap the can in her hand. It’s not his fault, it’s a nervous habit that just kind of pops up whenever she’s talking to anyone. Maybe someday she should actually try to work on it. “I’m uh, I’m Rain.” She looks like she was about to say something, but then pauses. “I was about to like, thank you again, but uh, I realized I’d already done that.” An awkward attempt at making a joke out of herself. She’s really trying here. “Oh, sweet. Just uh, what kind?” 

He was oblivious to any reason that she may be nervous. ( Jason can see that she is, he just can’t tell why. ) “That’s cool - that’s a cool name,” comes his stammered reply. An awkward clearing of his throat before he laughs not entirely wholeheartedly. For what it was worth, he’s trying too. “I -  yeah, it’s normal, just - milk chocolate. It was for the kids  group at church for that game where they have to put on the hat and gloves and eat chocolate with a knife and fork ----  it’s- it isn’t as weird in practice. Anyway the moms hated it and all of them said their kids were lactose-intolerant so...” 

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“Oh, well, yeah, soda is cool.” In reality, Rain was not the biggest fan of soda, because she was always stuck enjoying most of it warm. Her hands just kind of happened to do that to her. Even so, she wasn’t really in any position to be turning down any form of a friendly gesture, so she’ll take it gently, flinching only the tiniest bit when it opens. “Uhm, thank you.” A bit awkward, but still offers him a shy smile.

He’s never heard of soda being ‘cool’ before, still, he’s not about to call her out on her opinions of it. Her shy smile is returned by Jason’s own as he  pulls out another can from himself, still holding it  in the puppet’s mouth. “S’alright. I- I have the key to the fridge so I took a couple... M’Jason.” He  offers her an awkward wave ( Why are you waving? She’s stood right next to you. Idiot. ) “I got some  chocolate too?” 

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“I jus’ do, like, hymns and whatever. For church. Y’know ‘Jesus loves me-’”    The puppet clearly disagrees as he takes his chance to be heard            “SPOILER ALERT: Jesus DOESN’T!”  

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“D’you want a brownie? They’re not great. They -- kinda taste like chocolate tyres.” Way to sell it, Jason. He looks down at the tupperware, “If you don’t like them we can jus’ throw them away.” 

@piper-aileen-lenox SC. 

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“Uh - hey, Matilda, hey! I brought you something.” It could be an apology, perhaps. He still feels bad for scaring her. Tyrone doesn’t, but for now the  puppet is silenced by the book held in his mouth and offered out.      @miraclematildawormwood

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The can of coke is held within Tyrone’s mouth.  (Tyrone doesn’t mind. Or at least, if he does -- he hasn’t said anything.) Jason holds his arm out, offering the beverage. “Soda?” They’re  stolen from the fridge in the church, but he’s  sure that’s not a SIN... probably.     @emborn

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from a nice boy & the devil. 

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Here’s the thing about the DEVIL, you need him… then you need him to go the fuck away. So, some forsaken genius started killing sheep, lambs…babies. Holding them up to say ‘The devil in me is in this, and this is DEAD!’ Then someone said ‘Hey, we are wasting a lot of sheep, why don’t we just KILL the sweetest guy we know?’ And that’s how we invented Jesus. So for the last couple thousand years, merrily we roll along solving our problems by putting horns on them and watching our saviours BURN! Laugh, motherfuckers. THAT SHIT’S FUNNY!

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                                                  i’m thinking of leaving school,                                             growing a beard && joining the circus.                              

                                     indie cassie from skins 1st gen. read important.

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Punches were not supper effective coming from Tyrone, but they were kind of annoying, and Evan kind’ve wished he’d stop doing that. “Start what? What do you want from me? What is it you want me to be doing? I don’t…you yell at me in the middle of the night about how horrible a failure I am at normal human you know interaction and say you want to help but you haven’t said how or what or…or anything. What am I supposed to be doing here?” For all of this, Even really wasn’t sure where Tyrone was going.

ANNOYING    was one of the better words that could be used to describe Tyrone. He sighed, and shook his felt head ( in effect also shaking his whole tubular body. ) “We gotta start your transformation, kiddo! We’re not gonna get ANY SHIT DONE with you like this. We’ve GOT to work on your confidence buddy.” Somehow, the word buddy did not sound reassuring, or even friendly.  “Step one: Zoe.” Oh shit. Wherever  this was leading, it could not end well, but as much could not be guessed by  the felt arm that found it’s way to Evan’s shoulder and the way he almost...smiled?