AVALANCHE

sameer thompson twenty-two piss off ❝ & so what – if my feathers are burning. I never asked for flight. ❞

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“I think I’m fucking hilarious,” Sameer sneered under his breath; making sure that despite his slightly blurred sight with the joint going straight up to his brain, his eyes were set on Gabriel firmly. A scoff broke the tension of the gaps in between the two; dry chuckles cruelly following after. “Everyone’s still so damn optimistic,” he cursed through gritted teeth; the contagious anger reflected through the other’s eyes slowly radiated off him; its dark cloud of lightning now covering Sameer completely. “The girl’s already fucking dead. She’s been missing for how long exactly? And now everyone’s panicking like a bunch of fucking minions in that one scene from Despicable Me; all because they found her bloody shoe. How’s that a shocker?” His brows furrowed as he argued, though there were no signs of sympathy in the tone he spoke in. “Want to know what’s a proper shocker? Jaw-dropping and everything?” He questioned out loud, the tip of his lips curving into a playful grin. “Paolo, turning tables with that shit story he threw at Lizzie McGuire about Isabella lip-syncing. That’s a fucking shocker.”

[kitbrngtns-deactivated20180725]

kit wasn’t sleeping. which was fine. he could handle it. the thing was, all kit’s life, his parents shielded him from everything even remotely ‘sinful’. No law and order: svu, no rated r movies, absolutely no sports illustrated swimsuit issues. so to see evie’s shoe like that, in a light that was so dark and menacing. kit couldn’t sleep. the image of everyone he’d grown so close to, the terror and panic, it was there every time he closed his eyes. 

he had found a spot on the roof of the house, some utility access door, and kit was currently sitting out there, watching the sun go down. the scene was hopelessly stereotypical; kit laughed at himself. all he needed was a beat up varsity letter jacket, a cigarette to smoke broodingly, and some older authority figure telling him to pat him on the back reassuringly. he heard the door open and kit turned a dark circled glance in the direction of the noise. “who let you up here? i thought i had bribed the kitchen guy who lent me the key enough so he wouldn’t give it to anyone else.” 

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“Do you really think a lock on the door can stop a guy like me from entering?” Sameer was almost offended and disappointed there; his lifted brows and slightly narrowed eyes questioned Kit. Of all people, the other should have known of his abrasive abilities, lack of morals and how often he would cross boundaries and intrude at his own convenience and to his own liking. As he walked over to his friend, he gave out a chuckle and pointed back at the view. “How bloody romantic,” he cursed; a contradicting hatred filling up his insides as he felt as if God was mocking him for throwing him a view that carried such beauty. It was rare for luck to follow him around, let alone for him to witness anything genuinely beautiful. His fingers itched for a distraction and with his hands buried deep into the pockets of his leather jacket, he clung onto his zippo lighter, only to pull it out, along with his Marlboro packet. “Want one?” He offered, taking a seat next to Kit; his legs now dangling over the edge the duo sat. Boy, did he love rooftops – not because of how quiet it can be, nor was it because of the deadly view that had him almost raising his fists. But it was how little everything seems to be: how people looked like tiny ants, how cars and its lights could be compared to fireflies, how big and mighty he feels. It was almost as if he could play God for a second – and wouldn’t it be fucking nice to rule once in a while?

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i’ll be doing replies and getting on new starters when i come back from brunch. if anyone wants a specific thread to get a plot moving or plot in general, come hmu!!! :~)

[lilysjmes]

Who’s the Rat?

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not really in the mood to do replies tonight. probably will get on after, but if anyone would like to start a thread, just come hmu and we can brainstorm a thing or two. :~)

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artcmisz:

It wasn’t supposed to be like this, but perhaps that had been naive of him to assume. He had assumed the scavenger hunt would have been filled with drunken shenanigans and friendly competition – completely ignoring the fact that a girl was missing and they were on an island with only so many places to hide. Still …. Artie hadn’t been expecting the night to end with bloody coconuts and police swarming from all sides. The light buzz from his drinks earlier seemed to evaporate completely with the appearance of the flashing red and blue lights. His chest tightened – constricted with anxiety and a little something that felt like deja vu – as the sirens echoed in his mind. He stood frozen, unsure of what to do, until he heard a vaguely familiar voice through the muddles noise of sirens and Ronnie’s screams. 

Artie’s head snapped up, eyes still slightly unfocused until they came to land on Sameer. Sameer – he hadn’t seen him all night, his mind unhelpfully supplied that Sameer was probably the type to find scavenger hunts boring. His question registered, a bit belated, and snapped Artie out of his stupor. “ Uh, the cops are here, ” he replied glancing around, taking the joint in his fingers into account. “ Um, if that’s of the not-legal variety, you might want to hide it. ”

Sameer had his head lowered down to the younger male, his fingers now fiddling with the nearly-finished joint in his fingers as he hid it behind his back. The smell must have escaped out of his room the moment he had opened it -- fuck, did it travel fast. The twenty-two-year-old was still in his own little daze, up until the mention of cops did it finally catch his attention by the slightest. But even then, it only caused his heart to shake in fear for a second; he has been arrested for other reasons one too many times that it no longer faze him as much anymore. “Might as well finish it then,” he thought out loud with a shrug; soon lifting his joint and finishing it off with a long drag. “I wasn’t aware we’ll get a spot check on this island. The fuck do the police want?” He asked as he stubbed his joint, throwing it back into his room before he finally stepped out; closing the door behind him to stop the smell from spreading. “How was the scavenger hunt?”

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suppierson: 

pierson eyed sameer as he walked in. he continuously ate slowly from his cereal. after swallowing a mouthful, he wiped his face with the sleeve of his shirt. “yeah … i’m fine..” truthfully, pierson was far from it. he didn’t know sameer well and so opening up about how scared he was was something he definitely was not okay with doing. however, if he didn’t, he felt like he would internally combust. “well… sameer, to be honest…” he paused and lowered his voice to a hushed whisper. “i think someone’s watching us. i think there are cameras hidden in the house. i think … i think …” pierson couldn’t finish. he simply didn’t know what to say.

Sameer furrowed his brows at the obvious contradiction the other showed though he didn’t ask any further as he understood the hesitation Peirson might have felt. Quite frankly, he too wasn’t the type to talk about anything too personal with others -- especially those who he isn’t close to. If anything, it usually took him a while to warm up to others; the only person he trusts fully being his twin. He joined Pierson at the kitchen counter, placing his bowl of cereal on the solid surface before his shoulder rolled inwards, his body slouching forward as he continued to consume his midnight snack. His eyes, however, lifted up slowly to watch over Pierson the second he spoke; his brows once again knitting inwards as he picked on his words. “Who do you think’s watching us?” Sameer asked, not bothered at all to lower his voice down to the level the other had spoken in. “Think some psychopath lured us on this island to kill us all?”

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2rowan:

“it does, doesn’t it?” he smiled wryly, feeling the sadness in his quirked lips. there is something tugging low in his stomach, something sinking and dreaded as he contemplated sameer’s words. the events that took place only moments before did feel like a movie and rowan felt like an actor out of place; almost as if he had stumbled onto a set he had no business of being on. he looked away from the other man briefly as very prominent waves of loathing and nausea interspersed his bouts of anxiety. if evie had been murdered then rowan already knew that his mental state would be unable to handle it – he had already suppressed enough deaths for a life time and he was aware that he wouldn’t be able to just smile and forget about this one. in fact, he was hardly able to get over his previous issue as he had actually come to this island just to erase all the memories of the bad things he had done before. but being here and witnessing all this drama made it feel like he was back to square one. “oh, i – yeah, actually. thanks, man.” rowan attempted to say calmly but his voice ended up cracking on the last two words. he most definitely would need more than one joint to get this sick feeling out of his stomach and clear his mind, but he had his own stash hidden away inside his room. his careful fingers plucked the half smoked joint out of sameer’s hands and rowan was quick to place it between his lips, breathing it in almost manically. and it isn’t long before he feels the rush of blood to his head, the instant calm.

he offered sameer a quick smile as his stomach soared upwards, landing somewhere in his windpipe, and his hands suddenly felt charged. a small, twisting feeling was writhing through him. “you don’t think someone in this house… um, hurt her. right? i mean, it was probably an accident or something.. – there’s no way someone could just kill her.. maybe her shoe just.. ended up on the beach after she fell and drowned. that’s the only explanation. i mean, they wouldn’t let us stay if there was a killer on the loose, yeah?” rowan rambled, his anxiety bubbling away inside of him.

The first thought that crept into his mind after the flashing lights and sirens were confirmed to be cops, were to make sure his stash was carefully untraceable and well hidden. Next, was to make sure any evidence of drugs was out of the clear; the strong smell filling up his room was rather a burden for him now, seeing as he smoked just enough for him to numb any kind of sick twisted feeling whirling inside of him. “You should come in,” he wasn’t one for inviting guests into his room, but if Rowan was going to ramble (just like he always does) and with him constantly being one of the company here who knew of Sameer’s bad habit of depending on certain drugs, he might as well made sure he was far away from the cops. An eye for an eye, he’d like to call it. Survival has always been the most important thing for him growing up. He pulled the door knob back and widened the gaps in between his figure and the door, leaving just enough for the other to walk through. Despite his unstable and hazy state, his eyes were still suspicious and careful around his surroundings; his slightly red eyes shifting from left to right before he closed the door behind him, locking it just in case.

It was clear to see that Rowan cared more about the disappearance of Evie among the duo. The twenty-two-year old’s heart shook just a little as Rowan began to allow his words to run off his tongue; his unsettling heart wasn’t caused from the possible theories the other had listed on Evie, but it was more of his sister and her safety. God knows what might happen if she were to be the next victim -- everyone might just burn in flames.

He stayed quiet, listening to each and every one of Rowan’s thoughts -- it was always like this between the two. Sameer not being much of a talker as he prefers to keep most things to himself while Rowan, seems to be the type who’d let his woes off his chest. At least, that’s what it looks like. “I don’t know,” was all he said as he followed behind Rowan once the other had entered; his sweaty palms brushing along his jeans as he was beginning to itch for another joint. Perhaps if he smoked a bit more, or popped yet another pill he could escape the current matter -- but the cops were here and he needed to be, or at least act, sober if he didn’t want to get caught. His words, however, were honest. He didn’t know what could have happened to Evie (and quite frankly, he didn’t want to think about it at all), nor did he exactly know what to say. He has always been brutally honest -- there’s no way he could push the hard truth out there to Rowan.

“Maybe we’re living in a real life size game of Cluedo,” Sameer shrugged, pulling out a Febreeze and spraying it around his room -- a chuckle leaving his lips as he imagined his life as a gardener; the room freshener spray being his hose. God, what a life that would be. He could start growing greens. “I don’t know Evie personally, but maybe she had herself a few enemies. I mean, fucking hell, everyone's got to have enemies. If you don’t have anyone who’s looking to kill you -- at least, mentally, you’re definitely doing something wrong. You’re probably a fake ass bitch if everyone loves you. Raymond, from that TV show, Everyone Loves Raymond, has his own batch of enemies -- what a fucking liar. That show should be called, not Everyone Loves Raymond. His own brother doesn’t even like him.” He rambled his own nonsense as he continued to play gardener, though he wasn’t paying much attention to his words.

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lolgabriel:

“put that shit away.” gabriel snaps at the boy, his eyes fixed on the joint that he had in his hand. he already had a possibly dead girl’s bloody shoe in his head he didn’t need the boy having a joint to make it even harder on him. “please.” his tone is rough but he figured he should probably be nice to the other if he’s going to act like he’s in charge. “i’ll explain in a second.”

Sameer lifted his brows at the other’s outburst, almost as though he’s questioning Gabriel’s bravery for showing such superiority over him. It only made the twenty-two year old to lift his joint and have it placed in between lips; aiming to finish the joint in one long drag, before he allowed the smoke to travel out -- a bad habit of his to do the exact opposite of what he’s asked, which has brought him more trouble than he initially invited. “You need to live a little without that long stick up your fucking ass,” Sameer advised, stubbing the remainder of what’s left by dragging it along the wall; a black line marked. “Now, what’s with the fucking siren, officer?” He gave him a feigned beaming smile, tilting his heavy head against the frame of the door. 

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fckveronica:

she had been sipping a bottle of water as she walked up the steps, her hiccups from her sobbing coming frequently. “can you stop laughing it’s not funny.” ronnie snapped, although the hiccup that followed didn’t make her sound so scary. “the cops are here and you think it’s funny to have a joint out?” she can smell it and it makes her face cringe. “if you want to know we found evie’s shoe outside with blood on it, i think that’s why they’re here.”

Sameer raised his hands up in surrender from Veronica’s words whilst his lips were quick to shut itself from the laughing fit he was in earlier. It was his absurd way to apologise for his inconsiderate actions and behaviour, but with the joint still lit and placed in between his fingers, it was difficult for him to be taken seriously, let alone his apology. “Do you want it?” He asked, yet another absurd way to comfort the crying girl; his eyes taken in all the tears she had shed. “Sorry,” finally slipped out of his lips as his eyes grew soft on the way the other had presented herself. Was it weak of him to find it hard for him to ignore such genuine and sad emotion? Especially when he’s in a state where he was far more honest than he usually is, in his cruel way. “I didn’t know.”

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sadhita:

As soon as shit the fan Sadie could only think of one person to run to – Sameer. And she did just that, automatically sensing just where her twin brother would be – in their shared room probably smoking or passed out. Tripping over her own feet, the brunette quite literally ran back to her room. Still in shock, the girl burst into the hallway with her eyes wide and terrified. “Sameer! Sammy… they found a bloody shoe! Not like – not like a bloody shoe, but actual blood on a shoe – her shoe – Evie – there’s cops?? On this island.. cops – I’m – I honestly don’t know what the fuck is happening I just want to get the fuck out of here! What – she’s probably dead right?” she rambled, pressing her fingernails into her palm. “We’re on this tiny island, and someone’s already murdered? I’m gonna be next. Or you or… or anyone. We did not sign up for this. This is all right fucked. I’m not gonna finish med school, I’m not – fuck.”

The nonchalant and carefree expression that sat comfortably on Sameer’s features were completely wiped off the second his hazy eyes found themselves desperately clinging on the full concentration of his twin sister’s distraught expression. Despite him not being in the right mind to deal with such serious matter, the shaky tone in Sadie’s voice and how her eyes were widely looking back at him -- all terrified and pleading for answers, were just about enough for the twenty-two-year-old to piece everything together. In a quick movement, he stubbed the lighted tip of his joint by dragging it along the hard concrete surface of the wall, tossing the leftover into the bin before widening his door to allow his sister to come in. He made sure to lock the door behind him; his eyes now scanning and searching his sister’s features -- mentally kicking himself hard internally to pull it together.

“Sadhita,” he firmly called out, though his voice came out hoarse and weak from the sight of his twin sister who seems to be taking it harder than him. Everything she seems to be feeling were slowly radiating off her and overwhelming him like a thick cloud of smoke. Perhaps this was the curse twins usually have to deal with, or perhaps it was him struggling to find a safe roof over Sadie’s head. “Sadhita please,” he begged, lowering himself just so his eyes were levelled down to her easily distracted and anxious ones, his hands placed gently on her shoulders as he pleaded for her attention. “Sadhita -- I need you to breath, please,” his eyes soon lowered down to her fidgeting hands, and instantly he held them; a thumb pressing against the mark her nails had dug into to soothe the lingering sting.

“Everything is going to be okay,” but he doesn’t know that -- he was unsure of what could have happened to Evie, or whether the shoe would lead to her body. He was unsure of everything and he too desperately needed answers for not just his safety, but for Sadie’s too. “No one is going to be next, okay?” His eyes were now back on Sadhita. He read it somewhere that it was crucial to make eye contact when lying (not that he is, but he was definitely unsure of his own answers). “No one is going to be next -- not you,” he shook his head as he spoke, “definitely not you -- you’re going to get off this island one day and you’re going to finish med school. And you’re going to do all that you want to do in this world -- you’ll... fall in love, you’ll build your own God damn family, and I’ll be an uncle to two beautiful girls and... everything is just going to be okay -- okay Sadhita? I’m not going to let anything happen to you. No one is going to come near you or lay their hands on you. I’ll get them if they do. I’ll... fucking bend their fingers back and break every God damn bone.” He’s rambling now. It was his turn to slowly break -- though it wasn’t over the possible murder of Evie. It was more of how his thoughts slowly growing on the possible idea of his sister being the next victim. He gave out a dangerous light scoff. “I’ll break every one of their fucking bones.”

[wellwhataboutme]

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2rowan:

even after everything was over, rowan couldn’t prevent the image that recreated itself behind his eyes: the blaring police sirens, veronica’s screams that rang in his ears as everyone was told to get off the beach, the fucking bloody shoe. he closed his eyes in an attempt to forget about the whole thing as anxiety crawled it’s way up his throat, making it difficult to breathe. rowan was never the best at handling bad situations; he preferred shoving all negative memories into the dark corner of his mind to be forgotten about and never dealt with. but he already had a feeling that this was something he wouldn’t be able to ignore. if he had it his way, he would pack his bags up and get the fuck out of this place, but that clearly wasn’t going to happen. even worse, they had no connection to the outside world – not that it mattered in rowan’s case because no one in his life would really be all that concerned. but still, it appeared that he was stuck here with a possible murderer on the loose and that only furthered the anxious feeling gnawing at his insides.

he tried to block out everyone’s voice as soon as he entered the mansion, as he really couldn’t handle talking to anyone after what just went down. however, sameer’s curse managed to snap him out of his detached state and he found himself staring at the other man for a brief moment. “uh, someone found evie’s shoe covered in blood… – and then out of nowhere a bunch of cops came and just told us to get the fuck off the beach. they said something about a crime scene.. um – so i’m guessing she’s been killed or something like that..” he murmured, finding it difficult to allow the words to escape his lips.

Perhaps if he had shown up for the scavenger hunt and had taken some sort of participation in the time-consuming game, there could be a chance where Sameer could be able to find a part of him that would, at least, be willing to show a small sense of sympathy. Sure, the news of a missing girl had made him think twice about the island he’s currently on, but to grieve or worry about someone he didn’t consider among the people who are important to him -- was it cruel, to be honest, and say he didn’t care? A small bit of pity should be enough, shouldn’t it? The missing girl deserves at least that much. Though Sameer knew well, that if it was his twin sister, it would be a whole different story.

“Sounds like a fucking movie,” Sameer bluntly responded, clearly unaware of his choice of words and how inconsiderate he seems to be appearing at the very moment. His gaze, however, was shifted down at Rowan; and though he was high for his own good, he could feel a sense of shock and difficulty in accepting news from the other. “Do you want this?” He asked Rowan, revealing the half-lighted joint he was smoking earlier (before he was interrupted) in between his fingers. “You seem like you need it more than I do at the moment -- And, I’ve already smoked enough in one day.” Sameer hated sharing, but he decided to offer the joint to the other, in hopes it could help the ease him and clear his head -- though Rowan wouldn’t have to know that.

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veniiice:

scavenger hunts had always been to her liking, a kindred soul some may say. the innocence of searching and playful jabs brought forth a fire to her eye. she had a competitive nature, and the night only brought forth the worst in it attempting to ignite a fight within other teams  — hoping they’d self destruct so her poorly constructed team could rise. the game had inevitably taken a turn for the worst, blood curdling screams heard across the beach. though she’d been fond of games she’d never truly learned how to face serious issues. she was terrified, leading her to the one place she’d always felt safe.

it was as if instinct had lead her towards his room, slender digits wiping the remnants of smudged mascara. she’d been drenched, previously submerged in a pool of water for a prized possession ( a glowstick, a damn glowstick and ten points. ) she’d left water droplets in her path as she arrived, short of breath from all the running that night. “there’s a shoe,” she mumbled, impressed she could still articulate. she felt weak, forced to face the reality rather than drink it away.  “there’s a fucking bloody shoe, which means there’s a body, likely evie’s.” her voice was frantic, as if facing twenty one years of demons in a single moment. “if there’s a body there’s a killer. there’s a fucking killer.” an ironic laugh escaped her lips as tears welled up in her eyes once again, resting her back against the wall as she collapsed to the floor. “we’re all gonna die. we were brought here to die.”

With the current state Sameer had put himself through, it was hard to register exactly what was going on. A whirlwind was comfortably twirling inside his mind; its pace increasing gradually as he tried to focus on the current issue that seems to be affecting Venice, but the harder he tried to place his finger on it, the more it seems to be slipping away. “A shoe,” he repeated the other’s words blankly; his words dragging (the same way his joint continues to crackle below him, in between his fingers) as he continued his attempt to follow the girl’s speech; his brows drawing inwards as he observed Venice’s current state -- from her smudged mascara to the trail of puddles that led up to the biggest one, in which the other stood in the middle of.

Though it took him a while to finally catch on, the matter was more serious than he initially thought. Don’t get him wrong, he wasn’t the slightest bit terrified nor did he care much about the whole disappearance, but the girl who stood in front of him, looking as though she’s stuck in the room of mirrors, was in a state that was beginning to worry Sameer -- and he wasn’t one to get worried easily. He swore under a breath -- the expression highlighting his helpless and useless self as he was unsure of what to do or what to say to comfort Venice. Luckily for his quick reflexes (thank God his delayed reactions weren’t in play), he managed to catch the other before she crashed fully to the ground; the almost-finished joint dropping to the ground -- a sacrifice that broke his heart a little but was needed.

“No one is going to fucking die,” he began, allowing her head to be placed gently on his shoulders before stubbing the lighted tip with his foot; kicking it inside for him to clean (and hide any evidence) later. “Come on,” he softly offered, picking her up, “it’s going to be okay. I won’t let anything happen to you -- I promise. Let’s get you all cleaned up.” And with that he carried her into his room, closing the door behind him.

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cxmrynjs:

camryn has just come up from the game room, where everyone was pretty much taking shelter. a game that had a memorable prize ended up being a crime scene dedicated to evie. the thought and idea still puzzled her: who was behind this? why was this happening? where the fuck was evie? all of it was brought to her mind as she walked up to the main story of the mansion, having no intention of where to go. as she walked, though, she heard a familiar voice call out, confused. when she walked past the bedroom, she saw no other than sameer. “what the fuck does it look like?” she bounced back at him. those two were always bickering, arguing in times where arguing shouldn’t be taking place. “look out your window and see, there are cops every where and we have to stay inside.”

Like a little boy who earned himself a good scolding from his teacher, Sameer put a halt to the fit of chuckles he had allowed himself spill earlier; his back straightened, only to slouch back down within a second or so. Despite the break he had forced himself to take, there was still a smirk presence on his features, chuckles still muffling silently if anyone paid any attention to his lips. He clearly wasn’t in the right mind to take anything seriously -- then again, when was he ever in the right mind to do anything? “Oh shit,” he snickered lightly, bringing up the burning joint and placing it in between his lips to take a long drag, “gotta fucking hide my stash.” He looked down at her and kinked his brows up, gesturing the joint her way. “Did you lot find her dead body or something? Is that why they’re here?”

[simsbyronnie]

pierson didn’t sleep. he didn’t read. he didn’t listen to music. he laid on his bed with his eyes wide open simply glaring at the ceiling. he couldn’t get the image of evie’s bloody shoe out of his mind. the voice over the speaker .. who could that have been? was that evie’s murderer? he must’ve been watching them this whole time. something else pierson couldn’t shake was … was he still watching them? pierson sat up from his bed, afraid to move. he couldn’t be alone anymore. his thoughts were eating him alive. instead, he found himself in the kitchen. he moved slowly and carefully, the thought that someone could be watching him at that very moment still plaguing his mind. he sat at the bar stools with his bowl of cereal. slowly, he ate, hoping someone would come into the kitchen to save him from being alone.

[sameerthcmpson-blog]

Sameer hasn’t been feeling it tonight -- the thought of going on a childish scavenger hunt only had him thinking about the hours, minutes and seconds he would be wasting. Instead, he decided to spend his night on his own, in his room with the company of his best buddies that only he knew would be able to fix his current mood. Joints after joints with a mixture of unlabeled pills, the effect had him craving for food; leaving him seated on the couch with a big bowl of cereal, munching away in the dark. His attention was caught after hearing a certain presence coming from the kitchen, and with his nosy behaviour, Sameer began to walk his way towards the room, only to spot Pierson from behind. It didn’t strike him to properly greet the other at all; the way or pace Pierson seems to be moving had his brows to furrow. “You alright kid?” Sameer asked, walking up behind Pierson before taking a large scoop of his almost-finished large bowl of cereal. “You look a little pale and far too paranoid.”

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Sameer worked in ways he wishes he knew how to manually control and understand at times. To describe him as a walking contradiction would be an understatement; though if it had to be simply put, he could easily be compared to a light switch that held an on and off function. He was either here, or not at all on days; no one quite knows which side they’re dealing with, due to how unpredictable he naturally can be. Despite him always on the go, go, go, and constantly up for new challenges and big crowds, there were moments where it would irk him to no end – the sight and sound of unnecessary crowd among him irritating him, hitting his ear drums like a pedal pounding against the hard surface of a drum. This night was one of those nights; where he found the scavenger hunt to be awfully childish, where he found that it was a whole lot better being on his own, selfishly smoking joints after joints, popping unlabelled pills.

“What the fuck is going on?” Sameer cursed loudly through his hoarse throat, light chuckles following uncontrollably; slipping out of his lips like water from a loose tap. He had just popped his head out from his room, the sound of sirens and flashing lights from his window catching his attention after a few delayed reaction from the lighted joint that is still placed in between his fingers.