i truly will surrender
my pretender, my disguise
and i'll truly start to
render to your splendor
so it's time to say 'goodbye'.
it's time to say 'goodbye'
to the earth and now my worthless life cause everything i've ever made
is dead now inside the grave
Slender legs dangled off the edge, orange painted toes swirling around in the cold water. The blunt that rested between her fingers was brought to her mouth before her eyes moved towards the midnight sky. “I used to think that the stars were people their souls y’know? Like, dead people. Yeah.” Her words weren’t making any sense and Minhee wasn’t entirely sure what she was trying to say either. A fog filled mind certainly didn’t help to make it any clearer. “Fucking aliens, man.” A laugh escaped her, nose scrunching up lightly. “Bet they’re just aliens. Nothing poetic about it. Just aliens.”
The taller the structure, the better – that seemed to be Ivy’s new philosophy. The thinner the ledge, the better. The more dangerous – ah yes! – the better. How she’d ended up beside the stranger, she wasn’t quite sure, but the company was welcomed. Escapism™ was always welcomed, especially when drugs were involved! “Y’know that myth? The one about the dude trying to perfectly align the stars, fucking up? That was my personal favorite belief for, like, maybe eight years?” she replied, pointing towards the sky. “Then it changed to that ‘they’re just dying balls of light’ which is actually really fucking depressing when you think about it,” she continued, drawing her hand back to the ledge. “But nah, I like the alien theory. You gotta wonder, though – if they ever came to Earth and asked us to take them to our leader, who’d we take them to?” In spite of her open-ended question, she had a firm belief that they were meant to take them to Dwayne ‘The Rock’ Johnson.
so im currently looking at “the largest list of text lingo” bc im considering makin a new character since ivy’s a heaux w/out a phone and a lotta starters involve phones and the only straight olivia is is a straight-up bitch w straight hair and also sorta straight u kno leaning towards dudes buT that means she’d be no fun 2 text.
anyhow i thought i should share this w u all bc cmiw but cmao also cof$ tbh: http://www.netlingo.com/acronyms.php
oK SO I HAVE DRAFTED ALL GENERAL STARTERS IN THE TAG (THAT MAKE SENSE IF I DONUT REPLY 2 U U WILL PROBABLY KNO WHY) RN 2 REPLY TO SOMETIME 2MORROW BLESS
ALSO I THINK THIS IS RLY FUNNY I WAS GOING THRU IVY’S DRAFTS THIS MORNING 2 TRY AND FIND SMTH AND
Moments like these were exactly when Mina realised how her life had become completely screwed up. The lies were all a tangled mess and she found herself wishing she hadn’t been such a coward, that she wasn’t lying to basically everyone she ever cared about. This wasn’t the life she was supposed to live, right? Ivy was her friend yet she did nothing to help her, even when Mina knew she could. She had the money, she knew she could help her friend n some ways but this was Sana’s friend and those lines couldn’t possibly blurred. Not when there was too much a stake.
“Yeah, about a week from now,” Mina nodded in confirmation, trying to keep her focus on the other but the reminder of the other’s current state was something that made her heart clench. She didn’t wish it upon the other, but this was the truth, this was Ivy’s life and this was hers. Two different worlds. “Alright,” she nodded lightly, showing the other a smile. It was the first one of the encounter and Mina wished it hadn’t come across so hesitantly. “I don’t really have food in here yet, but if you want I could get you some coffee or tea?”
There was a question of whether it was a matter of time until Ivy’s life took a turn for the better or if the path she was going down would just keep descending. The latter was more likely – she lost the drive to find stable housing, an actual job, a regular life on her own. Whatever happened to her in her life, she figured it’d just... happen by its own volition. And, really, who would she be to actually ask someone for stable housing? ask someone for a job? ask advice for a regular life? There’d been one exception when it came to the housing, but it’d always been more of a ‘walk-in’ deal than an ‘asking’ deal – an unspoken agreement. That’d ceased when they left.
There was, however, the hospitality of others. Hospitality wasn’t found everywhere in Brighton, but there were some certain places where people seemed to show more Heart™ than others. Moreover, what was even better than hospitality was gaining the knowledge of the general vicinity of time. Going off of what Sana’s evil twin the other told her, she supposed it was somewhere around the 13th-15th. “This place is gonna be pretty... nice, yeah? It looks really... nice.” Ah, how she wanted to use the word ‘epic’! When the woman, still much akin to Hannah Montana another person she knew, made an offer, her default answer came in. “Nah – nah, I’m good, thanks.” Nice. "So... is this, like, your first restaurant?” Obvious question in retrospect, but it was nice inside. What a great way to stall time! (and also analyze her counterpart because boy howdy)
no but im actually rly disappointed that i cant find that sword i literally looked all over my room man where is it
THAT BEIN SAID ok ok i s2d i will either go thru the starter tag tonight or tomorrow at the latest ok i gotta get things #sorted and lw dont want 2 stay up until 4AM like i did last night (u see i planned 2 go 2 sleep at 3AM like i said i was but then i was awake for another hour rip)
BUT IF UR CONCERNED DW IMMA KEEP LIT EVERYONE UPDATED ON MY SWORD-HUNTING I LOVE MY SWORD IT’S THE PERFECT SWING-SWANG-SWONG
Tugging her coat tighter around her frame, Mina studied Ivy. God, she really was off better, that much was certain. She knew Ivy was much more addicted to the different types of intoxication they had often basked in the nights spent together, but she didn’t quite realize the effect it had on the other. She hadn’t expected to find Ivy on a bench looking rather… well, like a mess. The way she had been viewing her own had had caused the brunette’s brows to furrow, honestly not understanding at all why it would be interesting but then realization kicked in. She probably still was on drugs. Or was she just odd? Mina couldn’t quite tell.
The apology spilling from Ivy’s lips caused a small pang in her chest, honestly feeling bad for sending her ‘friend’ away. Did she even have anywhere to go? Mina wasn’t sure and when the other asked about the restaurant, she found herself contemplating to let the other in, perhaps sharing some of the breakfast and coffee she had picked up at the café that morning. Though she was wary about such an idea, not willing to risk anyone figuring out about the truth. Sana was a shadow, not something she needed to be associated with. “It is yeah, it’s going to open the 22nd,” she gave a light smile before her eyes darted towards the venue, proud of how far she had come with the project. “Would you like to see?” The words had escaped her before she even realized, adjusting the strap of her bag on her shoulder briefly before diverting her gaze back to Ivy again.
The second Ivy was sober was the second Hell melted after freezing over. Of course, there was a problem that laid within that fact: drugs were expensive. Alone, heroin didn’t cost much, but when it became a habit, it was more than Ivy normally had on hand. Ranging from $150-200 for habitual use, it was safe to say she had to use other methods. After a while, the high was no longer a high, rather a part of her personality. Those five days that she was clean in February were the bleakest possible – hell, she’d take sleeping on a bench everyday over that. That brought her back to the present situation, brought her back to paying attention to the woman in front of her who’d asked if she’d move off the bench. Nice.
She could place a finger on who the other woman looked like; she looked like a soda-pop version of Sana. While she could’ve brought it up, at least said that the other looked like someone she knew, she figured it wasn’t the time or place – not yet, at least. Perhaps sometime later that day, perhaps sometime in the future if she ran into the woman again, perhaps never; it all depended on the situation at hand. The twenty-second... what day was it? How long ago had she lost time? “So that’s – yeah, that’s pretty... soon.” In truth, the only reason she’d so much as responded to that remark instead of some gesture was in an attempt to get how many days and/or weeks away it was. Of course, when the other offered to show her the restaurant, Ivy was in no place to turn down the offer, figuring it’d occupy her time. “Yeah, yeah, that’d be – that’d be awesome.” Such exuberance over a restaurant! Amazing.
Were you born and raised in Brighton? If not, when did you first arrive?
Born and raised.
Why did you return to Brighton? Where were you before now? Why?
I plead the fifth to the first. I was in New Orleans before now... it was cool.
INTERPERSONAL RELATIONSHIPS
What did your parents and/or guardians do for a living?
James was a politician, then a jailbird. My mom was his arm-candy, then picked up, like, tons of jobs to keep us afloat, y’know?
What was your relationship with your mother like?
‘Was’? Uh, like, I mean, we both had our ups and downs. We were pretty big fans of, like, ignoring each other’s problems. It was a lot easier, y’know? Didn’t mean we didn’t or don’t love each other, though, y’know?
What was your relationship with your father like?
Not good.
Do you have any siblings? If so, what’s your relationship like with them?
I’ve got a half-brother, Alexander Novak. I think he left town, but he was a real good guy.
Has anything impacted your relationship with one of your family members lately?
Yes – every single one of my family members. I haven’t really talked to any of them in, like... a while.
Have your relationships with anyone been shifted lately? If so, who with? How come?
Everyone. I’ve got, like, two friends I actually know anything about. I’ve got friendly acquaintances. I’ve got family members. I’ve been shifting that shit myself. Showing up at apartments high on ‘designer’ bath salts, losing contact, dropping off the grid – shit like that.
You’re stranded on a deserted island and you can only have one other person with you. Who do you choose and why?
The Rock seems like good company. He’s also probably resourceful as fuck.
You’re trapped in a room and escaping will require smarts, strength, and team-building. What three other people do you hope to be trapped with? Why?
Smarts? I’m gonna raise Einstein from the dead. Strength? Again, The Rock. Team-building? I have no fuckin’ clue who’s good at team-building, so I’m just gonna say Jerry Seinfeld so he can quote the entirety of ‘The Bee Movie’.
You’ve been moved to an entirely new country and nobody speaks the same language as you do. You can have only one other person with you (they don’t speak the language either). Who is it? Why?
The Rock.
EDUCATION/CAREERS
Did you receive your high school diploma? What was your average GPA?
Yeah, but, like, hardly. 2.0 GPA.
Did you apply for any colleges? If so, were you accepted into any? If you were, where did you go and what was your major?
Nah, figured it wouldn’t do shit.
What was your first job?
Drugs.
If you’ve got a job, what do you do for a living? Is this what you want to continue pursuing? If not, what do you wish to do?
I’ve got, like, no aspirations, but I don’t wanna continue this, y’know?
INTERESTS
On any given Saturday night, where can one most likely find you?
Probably at that shady bar... or, like, in someone I just met’s house.
What was your favorite TV show as a child? What is it now? Is there a reason, or do you simply enjoy it?
I liked ‘The Twilight Zone’ – my mom watched it sometimes. I don’t really watch anything today, so I guess it’s, like, the same.
What was your favorite movie as a child? What is it now? Is there a reason, or do you simply enjoy it?
When I was, like, young as fuck, it was ‘The Lion King’, but it’s been ‘The Bee Movie’ ever since I was fourteen now. Great movie.
What was your favorite song as a child? What is it now? Is there a reason, or do you simply enjoy it?
I legit just listened to whatever my mom put on – real good taste, pretty classy. I really don’t do shit anymore... so same songs as back then, I guess.
What was your favorite band/artist as a child? Who are they now? Is there a reason, or do you simply enjoy them?
I mean, again with the whole ‘whatever my mom liked’. A lot of Ella Fitzgerald was in there. I don’t listen to much anymore, like, outside of local bands playing at bars.
INTRAPERSONAL THINKING
Please take a look at this quote. Whose side of the argument do you agree with? Why?
Both. Fear and love are the strongest, but there’s, like, more in there, y’know?
If you were to take ‘neutral’ out of the equation, what emotion would you say is the most prevalent in your life? Do you believe there’s a reason?
Fucked.
What’s a quote that resonates with you? Why? Who originally said/sang/wrote/etc. it? What do you believe their intent was?
"And what was it about the cages, which prompted the rats to lose themselves in drug consumption? Would humans need to be locked in a cage to feel the same way? Or are there other types of isolation which might lead to addiction? [...] What if the difference between not being addicted and being addicted was the difference between seeing the world as your park and seeing the world as your cage.” I don’t really know who, like, directly said it – someone made a comic. There was this experiment in the 60s, y’know, when experimenting on animals was still considered ethical? A group of scientists put a group of rats in a metal cage by themselves, and an equal amount of rats in a cage that simulated nature with each other. They called the group with each other ‘The Rat Park’. Long story short, they offered morphine to both groups through their water. The isolated rats ended up becoming addicted to it; the rats that lived in a pack, while they enjoyed it, preferred the regular water and socializing more. Basically it proved that isolation is key. After the trial ended, the lead scientist, Bruce Alexander, couldn’t shake the question – if the difference was between, like, the end of the quote. If the difference was between seeing the world as your park, or seeing it as your cage. That’s some shit to consider.
If you had the choice between going out on any given Saturday night with a group of your friends, as well as their friends, or staying in completely alone, which would you pick? Why?
I mean, like, I don’t have many friends. Even if I did, probably staying in... but, like... I also need to find a place to stay in.
What people do you surround yourself with, and is this intentional? If it is intentional, why do you believe you do so? If it’s not, could it be subconscious?
Mainly the people at that shady bar. It’s definitely intentional.
Do you keep secrets well? If so, what’s the deepest secret you’ve ever kept?
Damn straight. I’m fuckin’ great at keeping secrets.
Would you like children one day? Why or why not? If so, how many?
No.
MEMORIES
What is your earliest memory? How old do you believe you were? Do you believe there’s a reason this specific memory is your earliest?
Probably, like... I think it was a Christmas when I got a nice reindeer stuffed-animal. I’m pretty fucking sure there’s nothing behind that.
What is your best memory? About how old were you? Why?
Seeing ‘The Bee Movie’ for the first time – I was fourteen.
What is your worst memory? About how old were you? Why?
I plead the fifth.
What’s your best memory you’ve formed since returning to Brighton? Why?
Most of the people I’ve got really fucking good memories with have left, so I’m gonna go with Vegas. I was fucked.
Have you ever been arrested? What for? Do you believe you were in the right?
Minor charge, yeah. Drug possession – figure it made sense.
What was the best year of your life? How come?
Probably, like... when I was eighteen.
ENTERTAINMENT
Why do you think they cotton swab the guy’s arm with rubbing alcohol before a lethal injection?
Because their logic is, like... somewhere else.
Why isn’t phonetic spelled the way it sounds?
Stop.
If you try to fail, and succeed, which have you done?
...This is a really circular question.
If Superman is so smart why does he wear his underpants over his trousers?
Not one superhero is smart – only the villains are.
If the #2 pencil is the most popular, why is it still #2?
The size? Maybe?
Why do we need training bras? What can we teach them?
Just a few more days. A few more days until the opening of the restaurant, until she could prove to other people that yes, she was capable of running her own business. A few days until she could make her parents proud once again but most important, herself. Keys were jingling within her grasp as she made her way to the venue, wanting to check if everything had been settled according to pan the day before, just a little check to ensure things were perfect. They had to be.
Though when she neared the restaurant, she noticed a figured on the bench across it. The blue hair was unmistakably Ivy’s and Mina could already feel the sigh escape her lips. She couldn’t deal with this, not right now. Mina wished she could state in all honesty that she was surprised about Ivy’s current predicament but really, she wasn’t. Careful eyes watched the other, weary of the fact that Ivy might be able to recognise her, thought that chance was very slim. “Excuse, but I’m gonna have to ask you to move,” her voice was stern, as if she had no clue who the other person was. As if they had never shared their evenings, drinks and dark thoughts. Mina didn’t know Ivy, Sana did.
God knows that if Ivy kept up her charades, she’d either end up homeless, in some sort of place to ‘improve her way of life’ (that’d cost money she didn’t have), or dead. In addition, they could all coexist and move in that exact order. The future was relatively easy to tell; the present wasn’t. She was never completely sure of what irony was, but it seemed as though that fit the card. If the present could change, couldn’t the future? Perhaps that was why she never seemed to change anything, she could see the outcome of everything she was doing. Why change it?
Still lying on the bench, she wasn’t planning to leave anytime soon. She had nowhere else to be, nothing better to do than watch her hand with keen interest, and no one to see. It was rare that she had someone to see. RIP. Her hand-watching was interrupted by a woman’s voice, one that sounded fairly familiar, but nothing she could place on the spot. Looking up at the woman, there was also something fairly familiar there... but nothing she could place immediately... “Yeah... yeah, sorry... yeah,” she replied, sitting up. Evicted from a bench! If she had a scrapbook of lows, not only would it be full, but she’d request an image of this to be taken. “Is this... like, your place?” she asked, nodding to the building behind her. Although she normally would’ve left on cue, becoming less and less a fan of socializing, there was something... familiar. Perhaps it was the drugs (then again, she had become very seasoned in that area), or perhaps it was just the situation. Stay tuned to find out!
the last time ivy actually had a stable place to sleep was beyond her – somewhere back in the previous winter. there were loose threads involving that situation, ones that she no longer believed would ever be tied up. naturally, her m/o devolved into looking for nights to spend with strangers. it had moved from a house to a motel to another house – that of which had never been her own – to the homes and apartments of strangers.
the previous being said, her current place of ‘residency’ for the night made great sense if she was going to work retrograde. having forgotten to pick someone up, she wound up on a nice area: a bench. amazing. what proved to be even more amazing was how she was still on that bench. the night had come to a close, but she was stagnant on the bench. perhaps it was because she had nothing better to do (and, in reality, nothing to do at all), perhaps it was because watching her hand had proven incredibly entertaining. either way and in any case, she was still there. wild.
im so sorry i am so so soryr this is the most inactive we have ever been i am so sorry im letting yall down and myself and this rp im not kidding when i say this is one of the things i have been the most proud of we’re legit two days away from 10 months and that is so so so sos os so so incredible 2 me and i dont want 2 let u guys down i dont want 2 let anyone down ok i dont want 2 let charlie down or amber down or any of the old members down or any of the new members down or any of the sorta-old-sorta-new members down i love u all even if i havent gotten 2 talk 2 u hwilst being mia (2 keep this post a lil less srs [bc i think almost everyone knows i Hate™ srs but sometimes u gotta be] i feel like i should mention that mia has a new album [i havent listened 2 it yet but i bet it’s lit]) u guys are all heRE yall are all hERE doing smth w smth i madE (w the assistance of my sister ofc rip ava) i dont want thiS and im sorry i let this happen and im letting this happen
i.
am.
so.
sorry.
(listen this sounds like a “im shutting this down” post but i fucking swEAR it’s not ok but im just rly rl y sorry for this im rly sorry and iM JUST RLY SORRY OK)
hELLO i just wanted 2 drop by bc i feel like it seems lie im giving up on brighton bc i havent been on there for more than ilike a single promo in a while but i s2d im not oK i love u guys and this rp and what has been Built™ i have just been dealing w Things™ resurfacing which means Not Great Place™ (i tried 2 explain a lil bit more 2 charlie but like that’s abt as far as i got after 15 lines of rambling iM nOT gOOD at thiS) and i feel like after like two weeks yall deSERVE 2 kno why i have been gone aND THAT’S WHAT IA HVE 2 SAY FOR NOW OK
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