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MIKKEL. / @mikkelhansen !
he doesn’t know where the hell he’s going. get it together, samuel. there’s a igh and run into his messy hair, the hand then coming down to hold his phone. “you know where 5th street is?” he asks the blonde, confused about how exactly he’s supposed to meet up with this person if he doesn’t know where the hell it is.
J.
“Don’t worry about it kid, you are all good.” he said and smiled lightly at him. “Looks like you have been a little bit in your own world huh?” he then kept talking. of course that was none of his business.
sammy nods with his hands moved into his pocket, gripping the phone that held the notes for the rest of the roommates to go over and plan. “you could say that,” more like he wasn’t paying attention. “what ‘bout you, you in your own world?”
H.
ᴘᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ʜɪs sᴜʀʀᴏᴜɴᴅɪɴɢs was definitely something that harry sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ be doing more of , but that ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ meant that he would . constantly with his head in the ᴄʟᴏᴜᴅs , with full expectations that people would ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇ him and hopefully step aside to ᴀᴠᴏɪᴅ him from bumping into anyone .. ᴍᴏsᴛ of the time that worked , but today ? it sɪᴍᴘʟʏ didn’t . instead he walked into someone ᴡʜᴏ was , just like him , not watching ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ he was going .. and sɪɴᴄᴇ that was something that harrison could ᴇᴀsɪʟʏ relate to , he didn’t ʙʟᴀᴍᴇ him . “ – that’s alright . it’s my ғᴀᴜʟᴛ , too , ” he wasn’t in the mood to ғɪɢʜᴛ , or to sᴏᴄɪᴀʟɪᴢᴇ in general , really . “ .. interesting , isn’t it ? .. a house ? ” he asked , frowning ᴅᴇᴇᴘʟʏ .
of course he had to run into someone older than him. of course he had to be a little weirdo, looking at houses and seemingly daydreaming about them. it was weird. you’re so awkward, samuel. it’s not like he hasn’t been in that neighborhood before. he’s been in some house there. he’s robbed houses there. so why is he looking all doe-eyed at them? for riassa’s sake, obviously apparently he’s supposed to be there for every beck and call she makes .. including scoping houses. “alright,” he nods and shoves his hands in his pocket and waits for something to happen ( the other to speak, the other to walk away ). “just lookin; at ‘em. it’d be nice to live there.”
S.
𝐍𝐎 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐃 sebastian was the most observant person around , actually , he was more often than not lost in his own little world . give him ten minutes and he could come up with a hit , but paying attention to where he was going for more than two minutes ? yeah , that seemed a huge feat . “ it’s all good , dude , ” he replies easily . he doesn’t remember seeing the other guy around the neighborhood , but ⏤ again ⏤ he is not the most observant of people . “ i wasn’t really paying attention either . ”
more often than not, samuel knew not to be in his own world ... at least, not in california. people in this town were shady, weird and just all around bad people ( not all .. only some ). he nods his head because, well, what else was he going to do? “a lot of people in this town don’t seem to pay much attention,” he tries to joke, making sure to leave his tone off from anything that could see malicious. “distracted n’ all that. which, if i was anything but walking, probably would’ve ended in disaster.”
The Way, Way Back (2013) Directed by Nat Faxon and Jim Rash
R.
❛ ( her perfectly manicured nails tapped on the screen of her phone, the freshly painted black nails answering, well, sext after sext. her smirk is very prominent until the moment samuel walked in, eyes glancing at him before pushing herself up to her elbows and chewed the flavourless gum in her mouth slowly as she listened to his words. she sent him to do child’s play. she pushed herself up to a seated position, elbows resting on her skinny jean cover legs, “ well, give it to me, kid. ” she said with a sharp tone, motioning her hand for him to hand it to her.
this is the part he dreads. samuel hates the way she looks at him. disgust. pity. like he’s just some kid, he’s not worthy to even be in the same room as her. there’s a part of him that wishes he could tell her to get off whatever hill she’s laying on, thinking she’s all high and mighty and above the rest because she’s the princess of spain or whatever the fuck. then there’s another part that keeps him from doing so. sammy needs this place. he needs the money. his acting career has hit a halt and this is his best bet ... even if morally wrong. “‘m not a kid, ri.”
📱 charlie.
charlie: why does it matter so much anyway ?
charlie: she tells u to do somethin u do it
charlie: next time i can volunteer to do it then u get a better job if u want
sammy: because it's making it feel as if i'm just some kind of dumb puppy dog.
sammy: why else would i be doing all the dirty work?
sammy: i'm trying to get a better job, asshole.
📱 charlie.
charlie: nah man not usually
charlie: if u ever need help tho im always up for it yknow
charlie: she doesn't hate u she trusts u
sammy: hm.
sammy: i know
sammy: but she never sends evelyn to do any of this shit.
sammy: i don't think so. tolerates me, maybe.
📱 charlie.
sammy: ri have you go scope out places? or am i the little puppy dog she makes do the dirty work?
sammy: she hates me, i swear.
RINGLEADER / @vcrissimo !
“i have the descriptions for you,” he says with an odd feeling in his gut ; always has it when he walks into her room, which feels more like a castle. not by the way it’s decorated, but by who resides in it. there's a vanilla envlope held out in his hands for her to take ... full of different measurments, lists, and names. different entry and exit points. different events they may be going to, to build the bridge to the perfect heist once more. "there's a few i couldn't get info on, but it can't be that hard if you know them."
A.
adrien didn’t have very much, not because he couldn’t afford it per say, but because he didn’t feel the need to crowd his home with things that held no meaning to him. along the lines of that thought process, he lived in a fairly small apartment. it was one bedroom, one bathroom, a nice sized kitchen and an ok living room. it just happened to be an apartment building right down the street from mansions, thus he had to walk from his apartment to his place of work down that street. he walked with his hands in his pockets, admiring the homes when a smaller figure bumped him. “ah don’t worry yourself, no harm done. i was also not paying attention. nice houses, eh?”
thing like this weren’t even an imaginable thought in sammy’s mind ; back home, they had a modest house, but it was their grandparents and the state couldn’t legally take it from them. aside from that? a portable dvd player was one of the nicest things they had for a long time ; until they found a tv on the side of the road and took advantage. it was nothing in compared to the lavish houses they live in here. “yeah,” a shrug of his shoulders ... try not to blow cover, of course. ply it off. “y’don’t live in one?”
he’s scoping out places ( at riassa’s request, of course ) and trying to find ways in. desperate times call for desperate measures and he knows if he doesn’t send something to his family soon, things won’t end well. no one questions sammy. he’s as innocent as a deer, big doe eyes & soft face. it’s easy to look like he’s just walking around, not taking in every possible point of entry, exit and security camera in the residence. as he steps onto the other side of sidewalk, he nearly crashes into someone. “shit,” what a way to get him out of his own thoughts. “sorry.”
A.
she had only ended up smiling when she realized who she’d knocked her coffee into because sam was a friend and she knew he wouldn’t end up hating her or something for this idiotic mishap. “you could’ve billed me for that and you know i’d have happily done it. i mean–you can go even go get a whole new wardrobe right now and i’ll still foot the bill,” she laughed as she handed him the last few paper towels. “hmm, probably should rinse it out, and then let it dry in the bathroom under the air dryer and that should help.” anastasia murmured before taking his hand and leading him back there. “i’ll check if anyone in the ladies room has a Tide pen or something if you want?”
“‘m not that mean,” sammy rolls his eyes - playfully, of course - at her and continues to dab the napkin on his shirt. she truthfully hadn’t mean to, and he’s not going to be a monster and hold an accident against her. who would do that? ( most people in hollywood, but that’s more of a rhetorical question ). “rinse it out? what?” samuel shakes his head because back in chicago, they’d never done that. they just left the stain for the next laundry day. the grabbing of his hand takes him by surprise and his head shakes once more, eyebrows furrowing. “no, no, it’s okay. it’s just a stain. it’ll be fine, not even my shirt, anyways.”
I.
❝ You got it; it’s a reboot.❞ she said, chuckling as she rolled her eyes. “ It was my first role, and now we’re doing like a sequel to the original show, with the same actors but grown up. ” Ivy explained, her voice as soft as always.
“that makes sense.” sammy still doesn’t what anything about the show besides the fact that she’s on it and it’s a reboot ; movies were played in the kennedy’s house, not televisions. “why the reboot though? thought that they’re like .. not fan-favorites. just kinda curious why they decided to restart it.”
N.
biting on her lower lip nervously, narelle continued to hide the bag behind her back, not wanting to be judged too harshly by the other about where she just came out of and what she was holding in her hands. hearing his words, the brunette female couldn’t help but let out a nervous laugh as she slowly nodded her head. “y-yeah. totally.” she said, trying to act normal. “i-i’m sorry for running into you. probably should’ve watched where i was going.”
samuel doesn’t care ; frankly, he doesn’t. it’d be harsh to say out loud, but it’s none of his business and he knows the feeling of people trying to pry into things that don’t involve them. an eyebrow raises at the stutter and the apperent aprehensiveness of the other. samuel wouldn't comment on it. "like i said, it's fine. as long as you didn't cut off my leg or somethin', you're fine."
E.
“meh, i think it all sucks. the only good times is when you don’t actually have to work for your friendship. or at least if it’s minimal effort. if people don’t like me, fuck it, they don’t have to.” emiko currently had a give no fucks attitude because everything was going to get taken away from her anyway, so why not? “fuck. where the hell are we going to find one of those? i don’t even have a twitter.”
“that’s a good way to look at it.” sammy just nods ; he’s never really cared if people liked him ( if they do, then that’s a win in his book ). he’s just never been one to have lots of friends or be a popular kid ... but in and out of hollywood. in chicago, people never really gave a shit about you if they didn’t know you. “i mean, i have a twitter. but i’d feel weird if i asked about it outright. you don’t have friends who would know?”
