Stars hide your fires;

Let not light see my black and deep desires. Ebony Rory McKenna. Brit. Twenty-one. Pyrokinetic. Currently stuck in wanker central, looking for the first train to the fuck outta here. What d'you want?

[callum-davidson]

The woman’s eyebrows rose at the other’s boast, unsure how to interpret it. “Ha—you don’t have trouble with conversation? If that’s so then I would like to point how entirely awkward this one has started.”

"If this even is a conversation, of course."

[phoenixfleeing]

"S'not that I always have the right thing to say, I usually have something to say, though. Rarely quiet. I'd like to point out that you're the one who started it."

"What would you call it?"

[rustinxkisor-blog]

I’m not sure. We’re all pretty useless in most respects. 

[phoenixfleeing]

Someone who understands.

[callum-davidson]

"What’s the matter—cat got your tongue?"

[phoenixfleeing]

"Ha -- never."

[isabellablackwood]

I see you don’t have a phone then?

[phoenixfleeing]

Let me guess -- your mutation is superhuman common sense.

[rustinxkisor-blog]

Payphones have been officially shut down in all of the US as of a few years ago. Of course they don’t.

[phoenixfleeing]

Ruddy Americans. Why do I bother?

[phoenixfleeing]

None of the bloody payphones work, that's unsettling.

[artificialsuperhero]

This place is creepy as hell to wander around during the night. I keep expecting a serial killer or a ghost to pop out at any second.

[phoenixfleeing]

Then don't.

Fuckin' boo.