I Wanna Belong

[russmitchell]

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saphirrexice:

“No, I mean… I’m not,” she said with a laugh, “But I dance? I do performances in that sense.” She looked over at him and smiled, “People aren’t my favorite either. It’s amazing I’ve gotten by as a waitress for as long as I have. But mine’s a waste too… I don’t even know much about it.” 

Russell nods after a moment, “Still not the same as being a pupeteer, last I knew,” he shoots back, as if thinking a great deal on it, “But, yes, I guess they’re both performance. Different audiences, though, I assume,” he says. Leaning against the bench, he frowns, “Well, at least we’re not going to be hunted for powers we barely know how to use,” he says, rolling his fingers, palm up, ice starts to form in it, “It’s convenient, though. Never bought an air conditioner, nor ice, so,” he shrugs, “I can do that, I guess.”

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Tadami Line by Hokkyoku Gitsune

[russmitchell]

saphirrexice:

Saphirre nodded in acknowledgement of the name and continued to play, her feet crossed at the ankles. She put out her cigarette with one foot and lifted the other to add to the shadows she’d already started, showing how she could melt all together to create an even larger image. “I have no idea,” she said with a small smile, “What about you? Are you a sculpter?” 

Russell leans back, watching what she does, “You have no idea if you’re a professional shadow puppeteer? That’s a very concerning thing to not know for certain,” he deadpans, observing the scene she creates, “No, no, I mean, isn’t that more of a performance thing? I don’t like people. I can’t imagine I’d do something like that. I don’t really do anything with it, honestly. Waste of an enhancement.”

[russmitchell]

saphirrexice:

Saphirre didn’t say anything as the other sat nearby, her gaze still on his movements as he showed his own powers. She was still discovering her own, not like she’d spent too much time on learning her limitations, but it was always interesting to see what others’ had. “I love the snow,” she admitted in a quiet voice, looking at his face and then back to his hands. “I’m Saphirre.” 

Russell drops his hand and shrugs at her statement, “I can do ice as well,” he says, nodding at her name, “Russell,” he says in response, “You can...move shadows?” he asks with a curious frown, “That’s interesting. Are you a professional shadow puppeteer? Because that feels like cheating.”

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Saphirre sat on a park bench near the alley between the library and the convenience store, bored as she smoked the cigarette. There was a bus supposed to come at some point, but she wasn’t overly concerned since her shift for the day had already ended. Flicking the fingers from her free hand slowly, she began to toy with the shadows of the bench, smiling at the imagery she created, small animals, clouds, almost happy things. Glancing up as someone passed, she slowed her movements, watching them closely. 

[russmitchell]

If there was anything Russ hated, it was waiting for the bus. It wasn’t the cold, of course, that was certainly a benefit of the season. It was that any moment of lingering often lead strangers to talking, of all things. However, when he notices the odd shadows on the bench, he looks at the opposite angle before he meets the other person’s gaze. There was a water fountain not too far away, so Russ smirks, settling down beside her, he raises a hand above her scene of shadows and starts to wiggle his fingers, creating a light snow flurry just floating down from his palm.

[russmitchell]

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thedanicastro:

“Everything? I mean, it comes right after Marvel for me,” Daniela answered with a smile, “I’ve always been really into it, because I traveled so much so I didn’t get TV and I didn’t really like books all that much. Comics kept me hooked.” She looked over at him, “Sorry. Am I talking a lot? – Wait, you’ve gotta be joking. Out of all the Star Wars tattoos?” She gave him a pointed look before she went over to a particular painting, “How ‘bout this one?” 

“Everything,” Russ reiterates intently, “George Lucas is my mother and father,” he deadpans. Watching her as she speaks, he turns his head, “You’re not talking a lot. It’s fine, a perfectly adequate amount of talking. I don’t really remember how I found things, but I never really got into comics. It was far too expensive,” he notes, shrugging a shoulder. He’d certainly seen some of the Marvel movies, but it had never really been his thing. “Sarcasm is obviously wasted, though, God knows I’ll try,” he mutters before he watches her approach a painting in the corner, “Yeah, sure, you can have that one if you want. I wasn’t even sure if I liked it, so, I’d be happy to see it gone. Probably.”

[russmitchell]

What are your parents' first names?

“My mother’s name is Mary-Anne Mitchell, it’s the Wonderbread of names -exceptionally white. I haven’t got the faintest clue what my father’s name is. She’s never mentioned it. If you’re trying to steal my credit card information, I never use my mother’s maiden name as a security question, for reasons I’d think were extremely obvious.”

[russmitchell]

detectivexreyes:

“Maybe you could mind your own fuckin’ business. I’m sure I’m not the first person you’ve seen souting in the middle of New York.”

“Yeah, sure, you’re not. I’ve also seen people piss in subway cars, doesn’t mean I’m obligated to shut up about it. It’s still weird,” he shoots back quickly, “I glanced at you, I wasn’t plotting your homicide. But, you’re right, I’m worthy of a fate worse than death. Twenty years restrained and forcibly listening to Coldplay on loop?”

[timotaychalamet]

Peaky Blinders (TV Series 2013– )

[ariferns]

“Fuck’s sake, stupid fucking phone.” Sam slammed her phone against her leg, catching eyes with someone looking at her. “What the fuck are you looking at?”

[russmitchell]

“Someone shouting at an inanimate object,” Russ deadpans in response, “Get over yourself, and maybe don’t shout at things in public if you don’t want to draw attention to yourself.”

[russmitchell]

If you had to describe yourself in only a few lines, what would you say?

“Not fucking interested, not fucking interesting, not fucking here for it, not fucking in general.”

[russmitchell]

List some random facts about yourself in general.

I really am tempted to list a series of increasingly dramatic lies.

I can’t swim.

When vine shut down, a piece of my soul died.

My gym teacher used to regularly ask, “Russ, you’re...you’re not participating today, are you?” - it took some time to break his spirit, but I eventually got through to him.

I am grateful that my sense of humor is generally inaccessible, I don’t care if you people like me, it won’t make a difference if you don’t.

[captainsnoop-deactivated2020041]

how the human brain works:

electricity tickles the meat so that different slimes come out. sometimes the slime feels good sometimes bad. some people make more bad slime than good slime. that’s called clinical depression.

[reverbpotato]

my biology textbook said it was more like a sauce

[lonelymountainson]

What is a sauce but slime with a purpose?

[russmitchell]

thedanicastro:

Daniela couldn’t help but laugh at the easy quip that came from Russ, only making her more eager to befriend him. She nodded, “I kinda like everything – just stuff that catches my eye. I like keeping everything natural then having my decor pop.” Her eyes scanned his place, “Aw,” She lifted a small Yoda he had, “I love Star Wars.” She lifted her finger to show the small lightsaber tattooed. 

Russ scoffs and raises a hand, “Please, don’t be too specific,” he pleads sarcastically. He raises a brow as she picks up the Yoda toy, “That’s Cy’s,” he says, “But, Yoda is my father, and he demands respect,” he says as he plucks the toy from her fingers. “Star Wars is everything to me, I’ll have you know,” he affirms, a hint of a smile on his lips as he tosses the Yoda toy back onto the cat tree, that being the only piece of furniture in the room, “I don’t have any tattoos, but, if I were to get one, it would certainly be Anakin’s speech about sand.”