don’t even know if anyone’s still active over here, but hey ! i regained eddie’s muse and needed a new, fresh start ! so if you’re interested then you can find eddie over at @placebobullshit ! same url, nothing about my portrayal will change, i just wanted a cleaner blog. this blog is now ARCHIVED.
don’t even know if anyone’s still active over here, but hey ! i regained eddie’s muse and needed a new, fresh start ! so if you’re interested then you can find eddie over at @placebobullshit ! same url, nothing about my portrayal will change, i just wanted a cleaner blog. this blog is now ARCHIVED.
don’t even know if anyone’s still active over here, but hey ! i regained eddie’s muse and needed a new, fresh start ! so if you’re interested then you can find eddie over at @placebobullshit ! same url, nothing about my portrayal will change, i just wanted a cleaner blog. this blog is now ARCHIVED.
slightly distressed, but anything remotely out of his comfort zone tends to do that. ❝ you’re joking right? ❞ a beat, ❝ how do you even ---- aren’t you scared of getting in trouble? or worse? ❞
You guys know that there’s an AIDS epidemic out there right now, as we speak, right? I mean, my mom’s friend in New York City got it just by touching a dirty pole in the subway and enough of AIDS blood got into her system through a hangnail. Through a hangnail!
❛ Er - that’s because I’m not a bartender Jackass ! ❜ he scoffs, the facial expressions unrelenting in showing exactly how stupid he believes this kid to be. Did he look like he served drinks? Standing behind a bar with a beer in hand ( it’s clearly his ), still , the comment stings to the core. He’s an emotional man and with that comes unparalleled emotional responses, even to tiny wise crackers like this guy ❛ I’m obviously security ❜
❝ right, my bad. how could i possibly think the guy behind the bar with a beer was a bartender? ❞ sarcasm rolls off the tongue, but he quickly decides to drop the subject before he says something that’ll get him kicked out. ten more minutes and he’s getting ten bucks from richie ( that asshole ). plus if his mom finds out about this, she’s going to kill him. ❝ uh, ❞ a beat, ❝ you see any cool things doing security? ❞
sharona knew more than she led on. sadly, she thought she was going through it alone considering she didn’t really discuss it with anyone. she’s seen the clown on neibolt street. she’s seen her missing, more than likely dead, little sister. she cried blood and kept screaming about how sharona must have hated her. there is a far away look in her eyes for a moment before she’s drawn back to eddie. a small smile appears on her features once again. “damn. that must have been a hard fall. sorry to hear that. that’s one way to ruin a good game,”
he notices the look, but doesn’t say anything about it. figures it might be rude or it’s just none of his business. ❝ yeah, definitely hit hard. ❞ falling through a floor and crashing into a table? not something he would recommend. ❝ thanks again----for signing it. ❞ he gestures towards the cast and eyes fixate on her signature. ❝ it looks less loserish now. ❞
EYES CAST OVER ( TOP ) of brother’s head & lips curl into pleasing smirk. ❛ you know, you could always try to grow a little more. ❜ arms cross over chest ; girl rises to stand a little taller. informs other that she was slouching, dear brother !!
annoyance and insult wash over his face. definitely not fair. she may be older, but he still thinks he should be the taller one of the family. that’s how it’s usually supposed to be right? ❝ ha, you’re hilarious. don’t know why i didn’t think of that before, ❞ he scrunches his nose in distaste, ❝ just grow. ❞
WHICH WAS WORSE ? knowing that you saw your own lover blow up because of you, or having your fears projected for you to be tormented with? she remains silent for the time being, tongue darting across her lips & glance casts downward. ❝ i watched my boyfriend blow himself up in front of me & before that, he was going to blow up the school. don’t tell bill, alright? i don’t want him to worry or anything. ❞
well that wasn’t something he was expecting. eyes widen somewhat and he doesn’t know what to even say to that. if he were younger, it would have been matched with his tripping over his words as he tried to figure out exactly what he wanted to say. ❝ shit, veronica. that’s dark. ❞ a shift in his stance, ❝ i mean-----are you alright or ----- ❞ he can’t imagine her ever being okay after a situation like that, but it’s the only thing he could think of that was remotely appropriate.