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mxscn
â everything causes cancer these days, right? might as well enjoy the time you have without a tumor in your body, and i just so happen to find smoking a good way to relax. golly, mister, please donât tell my mom on me! if you want the truth, heâd say something condescendingly cryptic, and iâd be too busy praying the lung cancer takes me hard and fast to pay attention. â
âavoid going to any and all doctors and you can enjoy that time âtil the cancer surprisingly takes you and romy has to write in your obituary that you died unexpectedly in your sleep. iâd say sorry itâs not the pipe you usually smoke out of, but i think thereâs a good reason we run different crowds. condescendingly cryptic and utterly useless-- donât forget that key qualifier.â
bcllcs
      â  iâve been told white things are good for me to put in my body. i choose to believe that.  â
âas long as you find one philosophy and stick to it. consistency is key in this VICIOUS la society, iâm almost proud of you.â
    â i donât think you could possibly understand what i mean. in seattle you can walk on through & just smell everything from the old homeless people who drink too much booze, to the drug addicts, the people who sell solemnly sell marijuana â canât forget the people who just donât fucking bath at all either. so by the time you get home youâre just fucking DRENCHED in this horrible smell. â
âyou really sound like youâve got yourself a PLETHORAÂ of life-ending problems. perhaps try dr. phil? iâve heard he does wonders.â
ohrcmy
eyes of cocktailed colors narrow just the slightest, but itâs especially evident that a striking shade of green has overwhelmed her huesâ- the subtle betrayal to the smirk resting on her lips. â and what am i meant to be jealous of? some poor parisian mess you used for your amusement? donât embarrass either of us like that. â her nose wrinkles, arms folded across her chest expectantly. â i just need a several strong drinks to tolerate this town, and for such a hefty accusation, itâs now on you to make it happen. â
not once while his heart still beats will atlas ever admit this aloud, but thereâs something a little deeper than satisfaction that colors his amusement as he regards the spitfire. âyou talk like you KNOW youâd hate her. could fly her out for the two of you to meet,â atlas offers offhandedly with a noncommittal roll of his shoulders. âthe two of you already share one thing in common, what are the chances you canât find one more? iâll buy you a round in celebration of your impending friendship, howâs that sound?â
vanessarodriq
Well either way I end up finishing my ice cream and you get the choice of ending up high and dry or just dry.â
âiâll take option c for five hundred.â
â itâs a tough job, but someoneâs gotta indulge my vices around here. â chesnut tousles curtain her peached cheeks as she advances closer for the light, fresh cigarette slotted between full lips. after a slow inhale of nicotine and exhale of plumed smoke, she gauges his silhouetted profile. â if i look beyond your ass, iâm stuck between your jaw and abs, so your name might be a hopeless case. phoebe, â she extends a hand, azure hues flickering upwards, âââ with no distractions. â
the mention of the shoot-- one heâd done shortly after finishing up a whirlwind of fashion week in london-- has a breathy scoff of a laugh passing through his lips, and his gaze drifts down the seedy alleyway before returning to the girl. âthatâs a shame-- and here i thought every girl who accepted lights from strangers preferred personality.â tucking his own cigarette back between his lips, he returns the handshake in a mockery of formality. a growing smirk darkens his expression as honey eyes pointedly move over her features. âthatâs subjective, isnât it?â
anvstcsia
not gonna lie, you lost me at â surgeon â âcause i didnât understand a single bit except for the fact that iâm actually about to head inside so i wont have to stand here in the SMOKE-FILLED air of la. what about you though ? what brings you here ??
âthe surgeon general would be exceedingly proud,â atlas replies with a sly grin. at her question, he takes the cigarette between the knuckles of his pointer and middle fingers, dispelling the smoke in his lungs through pursed lips. âtake a WILD guess. iâll even be kind enough to give you three chances.â
             â thatâs âcause iâm not a person, â she retorts as if itâs an instinctive reply. she doesnât even have to think about it. â iâm an ANGEL. â slender fingers pluck the lighter from his own, free hand dipping into the pocket of her baggy jacket to grab a worn-out pack of cigarettes. she slips one out, placing it between dark painted lips before sparking it up with the lighter the other had provided her. â itâs a killer. usually iâm on the other side of it, though, â she mutters the words, tossing his lighter back towards him.
a heady golden gaze watches the lie fall as readily from her lips as her hand dips into her pocket to retrieve a pack of cigarettes, and thereâs no need for him to point out her sins. eyes like that say sheâs much more than aware. âisnât everyone in la?â atlas asks, lifting a hand to snap the tossed lighter from the air with a wink. âare you? isnât that a bit dangerous-- the persuader being so easily persuaded? going to get you burned at your own game one of these days.â
duhsilvuh
      â PLEASE. i could never go to catholic school, so sorry if you had a little sexist fantasy going on. and books donât really influence me. facts do. and iâm not really talking temperature, more like an amount of bodies. â she paused, realizing that didnât make all that much sense. â well, iâm staying out here. â
at the sharpness underlying the girlâs tone, atlas slowly raises a single dark brow, regarding her from the corner of his eye. âdidnât know making assumptions was a hobby,â he mumbles offhandedly around the filter, taking a deep, indulgent drag before letting the smoke drift lazily through parted lips. âsuit yourself, eve. premature deathâs much more satisfying in twos, anyway.â
    â considering that iâve lived in SEATTLE for a few years - this is fresh air to me. smoke all you want, bud, i got my own shit. although i appreciate the offer. â
ânothing sounds more smothering than constant rain and being around people who are either seasonally depressed or moved to the pacific northwest thinking they were going to revolutionize the world,â atlas agrees with a shrug. âthe only difference is that california has sun and considerably lower morals.â
â oh, i was plenty monstrous before you came along, but i will give you credit for provoking some particularly awful qualities that even i didnât know about. the nightâs still young, though, plenty of discovering to be done. you know me, atlas, always a beacon of warmth. â romyâs expression sours just the slightest before itâs quickly masked with a challenging smirk that tucks itself around a sly, â thatâs bullshit. â
âi always knew you had potential for even more awful things, donât say iâve ever doubted you. false optimism looks good on you, but thereâs nothing better than the way you used to look at me during our fights. NOTHING looks better than seeing that hatred in your eyes. but then again...â atlas trails off, regarding the girl with a growing smirk to match the tilt of his head. âjealously might give it a run for its money.â
mxscn
â canât be doinâ too bad for himself if everyone in the nation listens to him, right? imagine being able to incite full blown panic with a badly worded news release. could use a light, actually. â
ânot sure if smoking causes cancer is badly worded as much as itâs too truthful that no one can bring themselves to give a shit. you, smoke? no way. what would your brother say?â
phocbe
â well, itâs a tough choice now, isnât it? smog or tobacco? â phoebe drags a hand through wild tresses, cheeks pinked from the thrumming club sheâd just shoved her way out of. â light, please. name, too, since i only seem to know you from the giant boxer-brief advert downtownâ- nice, by the way. â
âboth very appetizing, i know, choose wisely, now.â the seedy alleyway is illuminated by nothing more than the passing moonlight and the burning ash hanging from his lips, but itâs enough to observe features that are somehow but soft and sharp at the same time. âyou want me to give you lung cancer before you even get my name? not sure if iâd consider that wise.â the zippo is tilted her way, lid already up. âatlas. squint past my ass on that billboard and youâll see it in the fine print. you?â
duhsilvuh
â iâve never even HEARD of a surgeon general, which shows how much the american educational system is failing us. â the girl shrugged, leaning up against the wall behind her. â you can do what you want with your body, iâm just out here to get some air. itâs too hot inside. â
âdonât seem like youâre dropping five packs a day, either, so maybe that health class did you some good,â he remarks, pausing to give the girl a once over. â...then again, you seem like the type to let a few words in some book whip you into shape-- maybe catholic school. this near eighty degree weather must be EXACTLY what youâre looking for.â
              â but everyoneâs always going on about that, arenât they ?? â she cocks a brow, plump lips pressing together momentarily. â wellâi was planning on the latter but now that you mention it, iâll take a LIGHT too. â
ânot you,â atlas comments, brow quirking pointedly as if sheâs just sworn in a church. the lighter spins between his fingers as he twists his wrist, offering the item to his company with a knowing twist of his lips. âdamn peer pressure.â
bcllcs :
         â  he should have a chat with my dentist. apparently, if iâm not careful, they will start falling out. heâs acting like iâm doing meth or something.  â
âjust coke, yeah? nothing TOOÂ reckless.â