levi kerrick.

❛ i wanna shine on in the hearts of man. i want a meaning from the back of my broken hand. another head aches, another heart breaks. i'm so much older than I can't take, and my affection, well, it comes and goes. i need direction to perfection.

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SHILOH

Eyes narrow, and her other finger raises accusingly, other wrapped tightly around the knife in a fist with knuckles growing even whiter than pale flesh. ❛ Hey, fuck you! I’m an ADULT, and I don’t need help from … FRIAR HUBERD. ❜ Her anger subsided though, as he didn’t make a step towards her, and she lowered her hand slightly until they reached her sides, though the blade still was held close to her. ❛ I’m Grace. ❜ The lie was more tentative than usual, it would be harder keeping track of them with more than one in the same town – but she was used to coming up with new names on the fly, automatically and with full conviction. ❛ Who the fuck are you? ❜

       He maintains eye contact with her, but allows himself a healthy amount of weariness towards the WEAPON she wields. “ I think your situation suggests OTHERWISE. ” He keeps it nonchalant, but the TRUTH won’t be buried for the sake of keeping her CALM. “ It’s a pleasure to meet you Grace. My name’s LEVI. ” He stays where he is, proper introductions were reserved for PROPER-LIKE meetings. “ I help out around here. Set up, handle the donations, play the ORGAN. ” He offers a quaint smile. “ Mind telling me what YOU’RE doing here ? ” 

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KITTY

❛ It’s not my wound. It’s the wound of modern society, inflicted by itself! You can’t fix people, you’ve got to revamp the whole mindset. Forget the elderly, they’re stubborn and will DIE OFF. We have to start with the younger generations — get them on the boat of respect and love and conservation and equality! ❜

    “ And the ADULTS, think they have potential to change ? I think what you and I are trying to do might not be so DIFFERENT. The METHODOLOGY may differ, but respect, love, EQUALITY ? It’s the sort of CHANGE I want to be a part of too. ”

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RIGEL

It was DISORIENTING to say the least; looking out the cafe windows to be greeted by streetlights and dimmed streets. Granted, Rigel had arrived rather late. The sun had been hanging admittedly low, threatening to  s i n k  within the hour. But it was supposed to be a QUICK side stop. Somewhere to take a seat, relax a moment, and breathe off the monkey on her back. Now, the nighttime was a thrumming, reaching thing. Its fingers slipping slowly through the cracks in the storefront door frame. God, how she hated the DARK. She’d have to walk home feeling every lingering caress.

“ Guess it’s just one of those days, huh ? ” She brushed the stray hair from her vision, trying to wrangle it into something once more presentable. Sprawled around her sat the now cold evidence of her ATTEMPT to be a proper patron. Half a biscuit, a mostly empty latte – Rigel really had TRIED. But god knew how long she’d been passed out, hogging the table for herself.  “ Mind if I join you ? I might as well try to pay them for the ungodly amount of time I’m sure I’ve been here – order something fresh. ”

     “ One of those LIVES. ” He says casually, immediately scrunching his nose at the line. It really doesn’t add anything to the conversation, apart from an INVITATION to ask about what exactly that pertains. “ KIDDING. ” He adds quickly along with a tired smile that asks for FORGIVENESS - for a lot of things, but mostly for his unnecessary comments. He sits on his hands because they’re freezing and it’s the physical version of BITING his tongue, that way he won’t FIDGET and chase clarity rather than getting swept into blurred thoughts and sleep deprived FANTASIES. 

       “ Sure. ” He nods, gesturing to the more than empty booth seat across from him. His hands are a little TIED up, he hopes she UNDERSTANDS, knows that her company is more than welcomed. “ The powdered donuts are really good. They have strawberry jelly in them. If you like that. Coffee too, unless you have qualms about CAFFEINE at night. ” He suggests, peering out of the window, he makes a mental note to ask the server what time it is. “ Levi. ” He’s still gazing out of the window, the introduction an OFFHANDED comment before he remembers his manners and returns his attention to her fully. “ Sorry. My name’s LEVI. Levi Kerrick. ”   

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KEVIN

      Kevin Oswalt had never been spiritual. And she’d never understood people who were. Though, she figured – – to each their own. Mostly due to her inability to argue, especially other’s beliefs. Up until recently, she was the victim of a web of well-constructed lies, who was she to condemn others for the same mistake?  ❛  Have you been religious all your life? Were your parents?  ❜  

      “ On and off. My parents were a little FAIR-WEATHERED about it. When something good happened, it was because of Him, and when something bad happened, it was prayer after PRAYER. When the praying didn’t work, it was all middle fingers up in the air. ” He confesses, the nostalgia of it all was enough to bring a LITHE smile onto chapped lips. He couldn’t blame them, faith was a practice in STRICT discipline, but there was no ONE right way. “ But I s’pose I really started BELIEVING when I was in the MILITARY. ”

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SAWYER

      ❛  Our Lord and saviour can’t suck you dry, daddy.  ❜ 

      “ Then you’ve never felt the TRUE embrace of God, because he sucks better than ANY girl I’ve ever been with. ”

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SAWYER

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       ❛  What’s up, I’m Sawyer, I’m nineteen –– and I never learned how to stay away from creeps. Wanna fuck?  ❜ 

     “ The only person I’m gonna get HOT and HEAVY with is our Lord and saviour, Jesus Christ. Would you like to JOIN ME in a prayer ? ”

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RIGEL

rigel wasn’t the type to fall asleep in public. never had she napped in the school library, or curled up in the backseat of a car, lulled by the HUM of the pavement beneath her. it was somewhat of a phobia, actually. a small part at the back of her head head always screaming DANGER at the mere concept. which was why when she startled back into the conscious world – head propped against a table top at jess’ – rigel was both mortified and relieved to not find herself suddenly dead.

“ what ? what time is it ? ” she asked groggily to the shape in the corner of her eye. had she she been there long ? had people seen her napping in public because she’d been too much of a moron to put her book down at a reasonable time the night before ? y i k e s.

        He looks up from his powdered donut, it’s the SECOND one of the night but he can’t help that they’re so freaking DELICIOUS. He’d been a casual observer of his SURROUNDINGS, noticed her but didn’t think MUCH of it. People were BUSY, and the booths of Jess’ were as good as ANY, and surprisingly COMFY. " It is ... ” He trails off, bringing his watch-clad wrist into vision. It was a mechanical ROLEX, a gift from his father on his TWENTY-FIRST  birthday and his most PRIZED possession, he was a SENTIMENTALIST like that. Unfortunately, it was a gift that had been FORGOTTEN to be wound, because he really doesn’t think it’s TEN A.M right now. Unless it WAS, a surge of PANIC coursing through him, but quelled the instant he looks outside. DARK, good. NOT morning. “ Uh, well it’s NIGHTTIME. ” He susses out, offering a bashful smile. “ Forgot to WIND my watch. ”

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KEVIN

       Bright gaze is set on Levi, and eyes narrow. Not eye contact, not entirely, she’s still working on that.  ❛  Does ANYONE above the age of five?  ❜  She never believed in Santa Claus herself, though other lies were surely brought into her childhood.  ❛  Myself? I can’t really… pray to some invisible being and hope that everything will work out. It’s– naive. No offence.  ❜  

      “ I think five’s setting it a little YOUNG, I believed in the guy until double digits. ” He admits, head bowed in SHAME but a smile deceiving any SERIOUSNESS that may have came from it. He nods slowly, his smile fading just SLIGHTLY. He knows it’s not PERSONAL, the farthest thing from it, but he can never quite QUELL the disheartenment completely. “ It’s not ... LIKE that. But, none taken. You don’t have to PRAY, but He’s still THERE. Whether that’s a COMFORT to you or not. ”

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KITTY

❛ You’re a mastermind. A genius. Because you’re abso-fucking-lutely right. Guys get it so much easier, man. You could be the biggest asshole, sleeping around with everyone, dumb as bricks — and you’d just be seen as an average joe. A chick does that shit? The entirety of womankind is suddenly bitches, whores, and idiots! Count your lucky stars, Levi. Thank Jesus or whoever-the-fuck. ‘Cause the second any man needed pepper spray or a pad, they’d end it right then and there.❜

      “ Woah. Didn’t mean to like, open an WOUND or anything. So how do you CHANGE it then ? How d’you get people to stop treating women like SHIT ? Almost seems like a COLLECTIVE consciousness type of thing, ill minds of many are tough to REMEDY. Think I read that somewhere, an article or something. It was talking about RELIGION though, not rampant MISOGYNY. ”

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KEVIN

          The conversation might be purely theoretical, though it remained one ridiculous. Brows crease and lips press into a thin line, the brunette taking in each & every word as if they were of value.  ❛  Then… can you REALLY believe in one and not the other?  ❜  She finally counters, a smile tugging at nude lips. Rare, but not unheard of.  ❛  Do you? Believe in both, I mean.  ❜  

       “ Don’t think many Christians ACTUALLY believe in Santa Claus. Even if they say they do. ” He shrugs, assuming the COMMENT a SUFFICE enough answer. “ If they do, I’m not sure they’re believing in Santa in quite the same way they’re believing in GOD. What are you puttin’ your FAITH into these days then ? ”

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SHILOH

She awakes with a start to the sound of another’s voice, rather than the familiar soft beeping of the plastic watch attached to her wrist. It was cheap, the prize in a cereal box she’d stolen while the pimply and braces clad cashier tended to a stressed out soccer mom threatening to call his manager. She was an EXPERT at timing. Always sneaking in and out of places at the right moment: but now, it seemed, time had fucked her over. Exactly thirty minutes after dawn broke, adjusted to the season, she would sneak out the back exit of wherever she rest her head that night. Out on a morning run: not too early where the sky was too dark, not late enough for her to be seen. But now, at the ASSCRACK of morning, sleep filled eyes met the form of someone else: a man, taller than her. A threat. Within seconds of the situational analysis, she’s around the corner, ducking into the foyer of the church and away from the pews she rest her head on. A few seconds pass, and Shiloh peeks around the corner again, throat still raspy with exhaustion as she speaks. ❛ I have a knife, you know!  If you come near me, I’ll SCREAM or SHANK. ❜ It’s an empty threat, the weakness of body fueled both by an unsteady diet, exhaustion, and small stature far outweigh her wiry agility, but she still reaches her hand into the front pocket of worn jean, fingering the pocket knife pressed against her thigh. 

     His posture is RESOLUTE despite the HOSTILITY that’s thrown against him. Her demeanour is less cause for PANIC, and more for WORRY, the severe distrust a byproduct of more than just ‘ STRANGER DANGER. ’ He heeds her THREAT, he has little concern for his OWN wellbeing, but he suspects that she’d rather not have to put whatever WEAPON she has on her into USE. “ Okay. ” He says CALMLY, his tone even, his eyes never straying from her position. He’s at a STANDSTILL, words never having been his tool of PERSUASION. Especially those that pertain to comfort or ASSURANCE. Instead, he inquires. “ What’s your NAME ? Where are your PARENTS ? Do you need HELP ? ” He chides himself for the lack of bedside manner, the INTERROGATIONAL form his questions seemed to partake in. Though, he doesn’t step forward, barely moves an inch, a sign of RESPECT if nothing else. After a moment that lingers a little too LONG, he adds on, “ because I can HELP. ”

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KITTY

❛ Men are intrinsically SHITBAGS. You seem like a nice guy and all, but … not easy? YEAH. Wallowing is kind of a male thing. If I were to sit here in self pity, people’d use that as an excuse that all women are pussies. People look at you and think ‘gee, Levi’s a pussy’. It’s FUCKED UP.  ❜

      “ Never thought about it like THAT. Sounds about RIGHT. Though I kinda thought they’d look at me and think ‘ hey,  the guy’s really in TOUCH with his EMOTIONS. ’ Girls LIKE that shit, don’t they ? ”

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KEVIN

          Brows are drawn together, Kevin genuinely considering the other’s theory.  ❛  But why would God introduce himself as Santa?  ❜  Out of context, the question was ridiculous. In context, the same went. ❛  Maybe… he was UNDERCOVER.  ❜  The teen suggests, the absurdity not driving her away from the conversation.  ❛  They’re pretty much the same, though, aren’t they? They both… keep track of the bad people, and – reward the good. Plus, there’s the beard.  ❜ 

      “ I think Santa has a better REP than God does. ” His reply indicates a sign of THOUGHT that really shouldn’t be invested in something so TRIVIAL. “ That way he doesn’t have to answer all the HARD stuff. Why the world’s a pile of flaming ...” He continues before quickly gauging whether CURSES are APPROPRIATE for the younger. Well, she isn’t THAT young. “SHIT. ” He finishes. “ Whether he’s UNDERCOVER or the SAME person, you can’t deny the LINK between the two. ”

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KEVIN

          Kevin hadn’t expected the response she’d been given, and though, under different circumstances, would’ve felt a bit of pride from making the older laugh – embarrassment was the dominating emotion.  ❛  Well, I didn’t believe he was God. He did. And… he was very convincing. Then again, I dunno much about– ANYTHING, really. But religion’s complicated.  ❜  Her recollecting is weak; the memory going back two years, if not more.  ❛  He had the beard, though!  ❜

      After several moments, his laugh settles and he’s able to pull together the MATURITY that should be expected from a THIRTY SOMETHING year old. “ Well, maybe he was. ” He shrugs, open to the possibility of bus man being the SAVIOUR they’ve all been waiting for. Stern RIGIDITY over semantics has no place in HIS beliefs, and as the other proposes, religion is COMPLICATED. “ Sure he wasn’t Santa Claus ? ”

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KEVIN

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          Kevin’s expertise was hardly small-talk. Or any form of communication with or in front of strangers. Though, when forced into a scenario which she’s obligated to speak– topics are hard to come by. She blurts out the first thing that comes to mind, and hopes, that the other person doesn’t run in the opposite direction.  ❛  I sat next to God on a bus once.  ❜  She reveals with a shrug. 

       A loud laugh falls from his lips, and before he can ATTEMPT to SUBDUE it, echoes are already bouncing off the ANCIENT walls. He feels bad about it almost immediately, pursing his lip in a manner that attempts to create the facade of GRAVE seriousness. “ Yeah ? ” He asks, but lips QUIVER and he’s thrown into a fit of LAUGHTER once more. “ Sorry. SERIOUSLY, I’m sorry, I’m not -- I BELIEVE you ! Well, y’know, I believe, well ... It’s not even that, it’s just the WAY you said it, and. Well, care to ELABORATE ? ”

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KITTY

❛ Not immune to heartbreak, immune to God’s EXTREMELY righteous sex rules. Premarital sex is better if anything — you get to hop to the next person the next day. Don’t think baby Jesus would wanna ｉｍｐｅｄｅ on our fun. Oh, and don’t say 𝗛𝗢𝗠𝗢𝗦𝗘𝗫𝗨𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬. Makes it sound like a disease or something. Me? Like men? Nah, I’m Hepatitis B. Love sucks, dude. You probably couldn’t have done anything to save it.  ❜

         “ Don’t really consider them RULES, more so a LIFESTYLE. You re-work it to fit to your life, it’s fickle. RELIGION always has been. Isn’t that what it’s called ? Well, I gotta agree with you there. Men aren’t EASY, must be in our NATURE or something. Maybe I could’ve have, maybe not. No point in DWELLING but self-pity ? Weirdly CATHARTIC. ”

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