Clive Dove.

london bride is f a l l i n g doownn... ---- indie . semi-selective . clive dove ask/rp

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for the record my other blogs are @wrightpanties and @shiilonglang

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They both look like they’re about to summon the devil to me.

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Couples!

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i saw clark on my trucy dash and i just had to log on here

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“ Indeed it has been CLIVE. “

There’s some RESENTMENT is his tone, remembering the events that had folded out due to this boy’s PLAN.

“ How have you been faring lately ?”

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“ i could probably be better. although better than i was before... a lot better. ”

compared to before when he was practically insane? yes, clive was doing much better. he cleared his throat, looking away--he felt ashamed, even embarrassed.

“ professor... i’m sorry for what i did. i don’t know what it means to you now--but i was planning on apologizing after they released me... so here i am. ”

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          “ professor... it’s... been awhile. ”

    words came out quietly, it had been awhile since clive      had seen the one he tricked into helping him with his       terrible plan. the boy wasn’t really sure what layton       thought of him anymore.

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David Arnold, Mosquitoland

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      The look did everything but deter her. There wasn’t a care in her mind as to his desire to talk with her; a conversation was going to happen regardless of what he wished.

      ❝Not entirely, but I thought I at least recognized everyone’s faces.❞ She pauses a moment, taking his lone self into consideration. He didn’t appear to be a social type. ❝… I guess you always walk alone? Aren’t these kinds of things better with other people, so they’re not as boring? You do have friends, don’t you?❞

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a sigh. more questions, looks like the girl wasn’t giving up. clive decided he’d put his guard down for now, there was no harm in doing that, right...?

“ friends? sure, i have a few at the place i work. but i prefer to be alone, it doesn’t really matter if something is BORING to me or not... ”

part of him questioned why he was talking to her now... his head was hurting. maybe the hit to the face did more than he originally asked for.

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      ❝I said I was sorry.❞ She repeated firmly. He didn’t seem to care either way, which should have bothered her enough to leave, and yet she still stood before him watching him tend to his bloodied nose. She had half a mind to laugh, but her better judgement got in the way of that.

      She met his eyes once they met hers, and she notices something she hasn’t seen in anyone before. It makes her curious. ❝… I’m Kharis. And if you live here, why haven’t I seen you before? I’m down here a lot, but I haven’t met you til now.❞  

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        Eventually the blood stops and Clive just sighs as she continues talking      to him stuffing the bloody handkerchief back into his pocket, he side eyes her kinda      with that REALLY look on his face. He really wasn’t planning on having this      discussion today...

         “ Do you really expect to know every single person in the damned city?          I just usually don’t travel this route. Although today I had more time          so I thought I might as well take this road instead. ”

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      ❝I said I was sorry!❞ The girl exclaimed, feeling guilt tighten up within her. ❝And for the record, I’m out here just about every day, and I’ve never hit anyone before!❞ She leaned downward, lifting the ball into her hands. Peering up, her lips pursed into a small pout, clearly bitter about being yelled at. Who did he think he was, yelling at a kid for an honest mistake?

      ❝I’ve never seen you around, anyway. Who are you?❞

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                “ Tch, whatever. ”

       He held the bridge of his nose, taking out his handkerchief letting it soak up        the blood that continued to drip from his noise. He let out a sigh, looking        down at the girl once more. She was still talking to him... interesting.

                           “ My name is Clive. I live here, thanks. ”

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      There were days Kharis had to learn to keep herself busy while her mother was out working. These idle days were usually filled with games and sports, to a degree. Kicking a ball around a yard didn’t necessarily seem too entertaining, but she made due, especially when she could kick to a certain height or length. The day was similar to others, just as her boredom had been. Dropping the ball to the ground, the ginger lined it up to kick, backing a few feet in order to get a running start. Now focused, she sprinted toward her target, the force of her foot hitting the ball right on.

      She smiled in success, but the smile soon faltered as she heard a ‘thump!’ in the distance, followed by a yelp. Oh, no.

      Immediately, she dashed toward the source of the noise, staring in horror as she noticed her ball rolling right beside someone holding their head in pain. She gasped in shock, ❝I’m so sorry! I didn’t– I didn’t know someone was over here!❞

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     Clive was making his way down the streets of the city he hated so much, minding his own business really. He was just going out to get some lunch, it was already well past noon so he might as well. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a girl kicking around a ball. At the time he didn’t think much of it until he saw the shadow of the ball coming at him. Clive looked up to see the ball just a few feet from his face--no time to move! WHAM.

    He stammered back, yelling ow and holding his nose as it oozed blood. It got all over his fingers and dripped down his hands. Damn, his outfit was ruined too. As the girl approached him, his fuse blew. He didn’t care if it was just a kid.

       “ Well you should watch where you’re kicking the damn thing next time! ”

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i don’t have an explanation for this

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seluna:

“Well, I broke your nose.”

“And you didn’t. Anyways, how’s life now?”

         “ Eh. Not that big of a deal.      Life is... alright. It’s been two years and I’m      not sure if I’ve gotten any better. I’m going      out more, at least. ”