shiloh petrov;

SHILOH PETROV; You can run away from yourself so often, and so much, just because the broken pieces of you cut your feet too deeply if you stay around for too long.

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RHYS, RIGEL.

rigel wasn’t the type to fall asleep in public. never had she napped in the school library, or curled up in the backseat of a car, lulled by the HUM of the pavement beneath her. it was somewhat of a phobia, actually. a small part at the back of her head head always screaming DANGER at the mere concept. which was why when she startled back into the conscious world – head propped against a table top at jess’ – rigel was both mortified and relieved to not find herself suddenly dead.

“ what ? what time is it ? ” she asked groggily to the shape in the corner of her eye. had she she been there long ? had people seen her napping in public because she’d been too much of a moron to put her book down at a reasonable time the night before ? y i k e s.

❛ Dude, you’ve been out for like ever, ❜ she began eyes flicking to the watch encircling her wrist. ❛ It’s like ... four thirty. I’ve been here since two. I only DISTURBED you ‘cause they’re staring to get annoyed behind the counter. Thinking of starting a danish war. ❜  She slid into the booth along the other side of the table, social convention be damned. ❛ Whatcha reading? ❜

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MCCLAIN, SILAS.

         he rolled his eyes at her,  not interested in her excuses.   “   spare me from whatever you were going to say,  pretty please.   ”   spooky crossed his arms over his chest.   “   can you look at me for a second   ?   pay some fucking attention to what i have to say,  will you     ?   you are the damn problem here.  you were the one that killed her.  if it weren’t for you,  she’d still be here,  you know.   ”   he laughed,  though it was without any humor.   “   did you think that running away would make me forget   ?   why the hell are you here anyway   ?   ”

Eyebrows quirked, and the younger looked at Spooky with amusement, before stifling a laugh --- more legitimate than his own --- and shaking her head. ❛ Dude, you REALLY have to take yourself less seriously than this. We’re adults, we can take ourselves out of childish ... delusions and be civil to one another. I didn’t do shit to you or your mom --- and I’m gonna stay wherever the FUCK I want. So, with all do respect: chill. Pop a Xanex, take a nap.❜

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KERRICK, LEVI.

     His posture is RESOLUTE despite the HOSTILITY that’s thrown against him. Her demeanour is less cause for PANIC, and more for WORRY, the severe distrust a byproduct of more than just ‘ STRANGER DANGER. ’ He heeds her THREAT, he has little concern for his OWN wellbeing, but he suspects that she’d rather not have to put whatever WEAPON she has on her into USE. “ Okay. ” He says CALMLY, his tone even, his eyes never straying from her position. He’s at a STANDSTILL, words never having been his tool of PERSUASION. Especially those that pertain to comfort or ASSURANCE. Instead, he inquires. “ What’s your NAME ? Where are your PARENTS ? Do you need HELP ? ” He chides himself for the lack of bedside manner, the INTERROGATIONAL form his questions seemed to partake in. Though, he doesn’t step forward, barely moves an inch, a sign of RESPECT if nothing else. After a moment that lingers a little too LONG, he adds on, “ because I can HELP. ”

Eyes narrow, and her other finger raises accusingly, other wrapped tightly around the knife in a fist with knuckles growing even whiter than pale flesh. ❛ Hey, fuck you! I’m an ADULT, and I don’t need help from ... FRIAR HUBERD. ❜ Her anger subsided though, as he didn’t make a step towards her, and she lowered her hand slightly until they reached her sides, though the blade still was held close to her. ❛ I’m Grace. ❜ The lie was more tentative than usual, it would be harder keeping track of them with more than one in the same town -- but she was used to coming up with new names on the fly, automatically and with full conviction. ❛ Who the fuck are you? ❜

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MCDERMOTT, CLAYTON.

“ you know what i don’t have a lot of? TIME. you’d be better off saving those words you seem to think you have your way with for a journal ‘cause i guarantee no one’s gonna have the patience to think back to their middle school days for a pretentious-metaphorical-talk-your-ear-off rendezvous. or hey- maybe that’s just ME. got places to go, peoMCDERple to see, brain cells i need to keep, you understand. ”

❛ ---- I seriously doubt you’re that important. Do you never sit down, smell the roses? Not be a DICKHEAD? That’s sad, man. ❜

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SPOOKY !

@shilvhs | we can keep holding on to grudges ig

          “   If you can fake  s i n c e r i t y,  you can fake pretty much anything.  ”

❛ Then I best not waste my talent on pretending to be interested in hearing you complain. Though color me interested in your .... reasons for bothering me. Revenge is a dish best served far away, ol’ pal. ❜ Her voice was coated with the same faux sincerity he had mentioned, and she could only hope it became GLARINGLY obvious as she continued to speak, smiling at him through tight lips before turning her attention back to her work --- or rather, lack of: the diner was not nearly as full as it usually was, and she was caught in the hours between lunch and dinner. This was intentional: long evenings spent in the projection room had gotten her used to the constant chatter of people, fictional or sitting in their carts below, and she appreciated the lack of attention on her as she drew. 

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@ whatever blue’s url is, fuck you migz !

With a stripe of icing creating a white streak on the pink of her lips, and crumbs impeding on the comprehensibility of her speech, she certainly was a LIKELY culprit for the thievery, but the accusation still stung --- it was the first time in a LONG time she’d been caught in the act. ❛ In my defense, ❜ bits of vanilla cake fell from her mouth and onto the asphalt of the bit of land behind the bakery as she spoke, further incriminating her before she swallowed. ❛ You guys SERIOUSLY fuckin’ overcharge. ❜

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LEVI !

@shilvhs !

       His body clock renders itself ARBITRARY, but it edges on DAWN. He has a LUKEWARM coffee in hand and keys in the other, and despite LACK thereof, he performs each task as if simple ROUTINE. Unlocking the door in one SMOOTH motion, he uses his elbow to keep it open while POCKETING the keys in the back pocket of dark wash WRANGLERS. She’s in plain view, but his eyes have had a recent tendency to DECEIVE, so he blinks a few times. Just to make SURE. “ ‘Scuse me ? Miss ? ”

She awakes with a start to the sound of another’s voice, rather than the familiar soft beeping of the plastic watch attached to her wrist. It was cheap, the prize in a cereal box she’d stolen while the pimply and braces clad cashier tended to a stressed out soccer mom threatening to call his manager. She was an EXPERT at timing. Always sneaking in and out of places at the right moment: but now, it seemed, time had fucked her over. Exactly thirty minutes after dawn broke, adjusted to the season, she would sneak out the back exit of wherever she rest her head that night. Out on a morning run: not too early where the sky was too dark, not late enough for her to be seen. But now, at the ASSCRACK of morning, sleep filled eyes met the form of someone else: a man, taller than her. A threat. Within seconds of the situational analysis, she’s around the corner, ducking into the foyer of the church and away from the pews she rest her head on. A few seconds pass, and Shiloh peeks around the corner again, throat still raspy with exhaustion as she speaks. ❛ I have a knife, you know!  If you come near me, I’ll SCREAM or SHANK. ❜ It’s an empty threat, the weakness of body fueled both by an unsteady diet, exhaustion, and small stature far outweigh her wiry agility, but she still reaches her hand into the front pocket of worn jean, fingering the pocket knife pressed against her thigh. 

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CLAYTON !

“ my suggestion? start saying exactly what you mean. i’m a man of cutting corners, not taking the scenic route – do you get what i mean? ”

❛  Yeah, I GET it, but ... sometimes scenery gets you to the better destination. Some’ve said I have a way with words; so unless you’ve been told you have a way with comprehension ... I digress. IT’S A METAPHOR. Don’t know what you’ve got ‘till it’s gone kind of thing. Like I said, ‘one does not love breathing’. To Kill a Mockingbird? You never read it? ❜

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@clavtons​ ! [ SOURCE: parks and rec ]

&. ———  ❛  That’s almost exactly the opposite of what I meant. ❜