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@stvnknny
❖ steven, steven, steven, how do u feel about lou ( that's sawyer's BOYFRIEND if ya didn't know ) x
“ I know that. I’m not an idiot, you know. Lou’s a nice kid. Of all of Sawyer’s boyfriends, I think I like him the best, but that might just be because he’s not an asshole. Maybe a bit dumb, but hey, no one’s perfect. ”
❖ are you aware that kevin is model hot and you look like a cartoon character
“ — Yep, very much aware of that. Thanks for the reminder. ”
❖ do u wanna SHABANG kevin into next week?
“ I mean— I think that’s a rather extreme way of putting it. I definitely like her, she’s really nice, but we don’t really ... know each other very well. So— only if she wanted to. ”
RE : kevin oswalt.
the anxiety of own ramblings is minimized as steven speaks, though the nerves persisted – as they always did, rarely in situations like these, however. she smiles, playing with the strap of her bag. “ what ever happened to partners ? ” kevin challenges, uncertain where they stood beyond deals made in a stupor. she wasn’t good with strangers, let alone catching up with those outside her inner circle of friends. the blonde didn’t mind, though, it was merely an uncertainty that persevered throughout, one she’d come to terms with in due time. “ i happen to be pretty– well, alright with that sorta stuff. not really with computers, but … i work over at roseburgh, ” she gestures up the street, even as the nursing home wasn’t within eyeshot. “ activities assistant, so … i know how to make a sell. mostly to people pushing ninety, but – ” a dismissive wave is offered and eye contact, previously not as consistent as it should’ve been, is discontinued – finding the mentioned vans. “ ah … smart guy. ” her own attire remained the sneakers from that faithful night, converse : double-knotted, worn loved to bits. “ it’s nice to meet you, too. again. ”
“ Well, I mean — ” a pause, and he shifts his weight. “ I wasn’t sure you’d still want to be partners, and I didn’t have your number, so — ” A small smile, and he continues. “ We’d still need a good logo, though. And maybe a name. ” He hopes she doesn’t think he’s weird. “ Oh, really ? That’s neat. I’ve never actually been there, but I’ve thought about volunteering. I’m sure a few of the people don’t really see much of their families, if they’re not from around here. ” A light chuckle escapes him, and he flashes her a smile. “ Well, if it comes down to it, at least we know the elderly will subscribe to our services. ” She looks down at his feet, and he takes a deep breath, exhaling slowly. “ I try. Some would say I’m just lucky, though. Not smart. ” He shrugs his shoulders, and lips curl into a smile once more. “ How have you, ah, been ? ”
RE : jimmy maxwell.
jimmy’s a simple guy. he gets forty-five minutes to himself each day - a small reprieve from the hundreds of little assholes who think they’re a comedic genius for pointing out how ‘ oui-oui ’ sounds vaguely obscene - and each day he does the same thing with that time. a cigarette (a dirty habit stolen near the dumpsters where no one can call him out) followed by a whazz, and a lunch spent with a podcast and a peanut butter & jelly. its tradition, and its the only way he keeps himself from going insane. today, however, his trusty headphones had bit the dust (been torn apart in his dogs fat little fuckin’ mouth) and he was left with only his co-workers to distract him from reality. with a hefty sigh, jimmy pastes on a smile and drops into the plastic chair next to steven. “ another day, another dollar - right k i d ? ” // starter for @stvnknny
Normally, Steven keeps to himself during the lunch period. It’s his time to be alone — to collect his thoughts, relax, and prepare himself for the generally long nights ahead of him. The underground fight club the middle Kinney was a part of took up most of his time, and thus he usually tried to sneak a quick nap during the fourty-five minutes of luncheon. But today’s different — the French teacher sits next to him, and he feels compelled to respond, instead of feigning deafness. “ Oh uh — sure. I mean, we need it to live, right ? I mean, to really live. And eat. But uh .... that’s the life we live. Teachers sure have it hard, right ? ” He slouches down in his chair, staring disinterestedly at the ham sandwich sitting in front of him.
send me a ❖ + a question and my muse will be forced to tell the truth.
The Society (2019—) Created by Christopher Keyser
📱 from sienna 2 steven
What was my muses 5 last sent texts yours?
05/30 @ 7:15 AM — hey i’m at work and i was thinking - do you remember mr. albron? he taught that english class i had with you? dude. he /still/ works here.05/30 @ 3:19 PM — you realize that i’m a teacher, right? i /work/. i’m not on my phone when i have kids in class, or in study hall, which is where i WAS, btw05/30 @ 3:20 PM — if you let yourself in my apartment and you’re there when i get home, i’ll kick your ass. and i’ll win, because i’m bigger. no biting allowed.05/30 @ 5:43 PM — hey thanks for coming by. i actually had fun! i miss spending time with you and sawyer. you never hang out with me anymore :(((((((05/31 @ 11:08 PM — i’m sneaking this text to you while my students take a test. it’s a half day, for whatever reason. wanna get lunch around 1? my treat, i’ll even hang out with you again next time katherine crashes your apt.
What was my muses 5 last unsent texts yours?
DATE UNKNOWN. DATA FILE MISSING. — fuck sienna i fucked up bad. i fucked up and i don’t know what to do and i’m gonna be guilty over this for the rest of my life.05/29 @ 3:11 AM — i broke my nose, there’s blood everywhere and i don’t even remember how i got here.05/29 @ 3:12 AM — there’s so many fucking things wrong with me and i don’t know how to fix it 05/31 @ 2:38 AM — do you hate us? is that why you pushed us away? are we a constant reminder of mom and dad and what you lost?05/31 @ 2:39 AM — they were my fucking parents too.
What was my muses last snapchat to yours?
smkinney is typing … this is the only time you’ll see me at a sportsball gamesmkinney is typing … totally the best school trip we’ve had
What my muse saved your number as?
sister (older)
What contact photo my muse has set for yours?
What ringtone my muse has set for yours?
default
How many times my muse has called your this week?
3 times, and all of them have been because she didn’t text him back fast enough.
How many calls has my muse missed from yours?
none, he picks up literally all her calls because she makes them so rarely.
RE : sawyer kinney.
STARTER FOR STEVEN KINNEY ( @stvnknny ) !
medication wraps her memory in a thick, opaque fog – shelving sawyer’s spontaneous tendencies, and bringing forth color-coded calendars and bullet journals. phone reminders were to be found on her phone in plentiful, too. from six thirty to eleven fifteen. often reminding her to take the aforementioned drugs. ironic. but she still retained some semblance of recollection, especially when it came to things of more importance. like the trip planned to cornell, a three-hour drive to ithaca – one steven promised he’d take her on. she still had her license, though allowing sawyer kinney on the HIGHWAY was a matter of national security. sawyer stands in the hallway now, watching as steven scrambles together all that’s needed on a road-trip once planned. “ you can watch an episode of SPONGEBOB and repeat everything word for word, but god forbid you remembered something relevant. ”
So what, he’s a little forgetful. Isn’t everyone ? Steven Kinney’s long term memory is like that of a goldfish — unless repetition if often or obsessive, he forgets. Probably due to all the hits to the head he’s taken since he got involved in boxing, after his parents’ death. “ HEY ! That’s — that’s different. And also not a fair attack. It slipped my mind, okay ? I’ve had — there’s a lot going on at work. I’ve been busy. ” He mutters, shoving things into his bag and searching frantically for his wallet. “ Saw, have you seen my wallet ? I thought I left it on the counter but ... ” He trails off, noticing that it’s right next to his keys. “ — Never mind. ” He sighs, rubbing his forehead. “ Have you got snacks ? Water ? Music ? ” He’s stressed — leaving Black Spring often lead to death, and he wasn’t thrilled about putting his younger sister in that dangerous of a position.
RE : kevin oswalt.
the entirety of her morning had been a blunder ; a snowball rolling down a hill only packing on more and more and more – “ nothing, nothing … SORRY, i was – gonna say something about shoelaces and – you know, ” except maybe he doesn’t remember. she’d never been very MEMORABLE, let alone at functions like the one where they’d met. “ but you probably don’t remember, and it – it would sound like i actually don’t know how to tie my shoes, and i can ! definitely. just … not back then. ” when drunk she means but that’s not what she says and instead she sounds like a complete idiot. go figure. “ sorry. this isn’t at all how i imagined– not that i’ve … ” she had pictured this moment, though, perhaps not in great detail but a moment nonetheless. they’d meet and she’d say something far more intelligent than she had. too late now. resignation paints doll-like features and she takes a breath. stop talking. “ – … hi. ”
There’s a small sigh of relief, that she doesn’t say that it was their conversation at last meeting that she regretted. “ No ! No, I do remember. I still haven’t started that business. Need a — a good graphic designer, to do the logo. Y’know. Make it eye popping. ” Feet shuffle, and he rocks from side to side as he babbles. Good to know you still can’t shut up, even when completely sober. “ I totally get that. Laces are complicated when, y’know, you’re drunk. I don’t think I’d be able to untie my laces if I was — that’s why I wear these when I go to parties, and stuff. ” He motions to the black slip-on Vans he’s currently wearing. “ You — ” her own trailing off causes him to stop, to not push the subject, and instead he shoves his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “ — Hi. It’s nice to see you. ” He sounds awkward and dorky saying it, but he doesn’t backpedal, instead sticking with his statement.
RE : sienna kinney.
HER REFUSAL IS IMMEDIATE, offering her brother a shake of the head almost immediately after the words leave him. “ That’s not how it — she — works. She likes that spot, not … whatever’s in the way. ” Another thump, and she’s back up again, reappearing in her same spot two feet away from the rack, which has moved only about three inches total every time she rams into it. “ I have better places to be if I can’t work, and I’m not about to leave her here to TERRORIZE the place. ” Sienna, conversely to the younger, has no qualms about what she says in the Black Rock Witch’s presence. Some of the teenagers in town ( or more aggressive adults ) went out of their way to harass Katherine, and Sienna wasn’t one of them … but she wasn’t scared of her either, mostly eye-rolling frustration each time she saw the ghastly figure. The story was tragic, she knew, but there wasn’t enough sympathy in the world for Sienna to care about the feelings of a woman hundreds of years dead. Not when she had her own shit going on, anyway. “ Shit. ” She mumbles, finally making movement closer to the Witch, with a glance thrown back at Steven. She grabs the rack by the opposite side, yanking it away from where Katherine walks, and towards the Kinney siblings. A sweater flutters to the floor, hanger clattering not long after — and the Witch moves forward, standing contentedly now that obstacle was gone. She’s just past the rack, staring at the wall, and Sienna grunts in frustration, stalking off back to her brother. “ See? She just … wants to go where she wants to go. She’s like a fucking 1600s bulldozer. ” A pause, aided by a look indicating defeatedness. “ You willing to wait her out with me? I have … Uno cards. ”
He shrugs, flicking a piece of dust off a shirt folded next to him. “ Okay, didn’t know that. — Or maybe I did. I don’t remember. ” He sighs, leaning against a table. Gaze flicks between elder sister and the scourge of Black Spring. Her movements are almost robotic, and he swears she’s not real — or, well, he would, if he hadn’t seen her disappear only to reappear a few inches from where she was, repeating her cycle. Eyes follow the oldest Kinney as she walks towards the witch and yanks the clothes rack away, an apathetic expression on his face. He’s fairly numb to Katherine’s antics, finding them to be, well, more annoying than creepy. “ What’s so fucking special ‘bout that wall, anyways ? It’s just a damn wall, ” he mutters, shaking his head. He finds Katherine annoying and confusing, and he doesn’t really understand why they’re supposed to be scared of her — she’s like someone’s Barbie that a three year old got a hold of. He shrugs, nodding his head slightly at his sister’s question. “ Yeah, sure. Not like I’ve got anywhere to be. ”
RE : kevin oswalt.
* / STARTER FOR STEVEN KINNEY ( @stvnknny )
a homebody, through and through, kevin’s explorations of town are LIMITED to the market and clough’s. her scheduled outings rarely stray from routine – a sandwich bought at the deli at eight o’clock on the dot, a bus to newburgh caught fifteen minutes later, classes at her university, and a return at four pm. sometimes she’d stop by the aforementioned bookstore, or pay a visit to the blakes but rarely did she derail from a set timetable. with the exception of today. for some reason, unbeknownst to kevin herself, she’d requested the meatball sub instead of the usual ham sandwich. TO SWITCH IT UP ! a decision which had added another five minutes to her usual wait, which had resulted in a bus missed. all in all … her day was going poorly and it was still early. what she didn’t need added onto the growing pile of mistakes was the ILL-TIMED ENCOUNTER with a boy who she hadn’t seen since february. a comment made, something about shoelaces though she’s certain she BLACKED OUT halfway through, and kevin quickly backtracks. “ wait. don’t say a word. knew it was a mistake the minute it came out of my mouth. ”
As a teacher, Steven’s thankful for days of cancelled school — be it for the raging thunderstorms that make the roads through Black Spring dangerous, or the superintendent just not giving a shit and deciding to not open the high school that day. On days like this, he normally spends his day training, correcting homework, or working on lesson plans — but today was different, for some reason. It was a gorgeous day outside — and he couldn’t stand to just stay inside doing monotonous things like grading or other paperwork. And so maybe it’s the witch playing a strange game of fate, that he runs into the pretty auburn-haired girl he met at Beth’s party, all the way back in February. He’s about to say Hi ! or ask how she is, but Kevin’s already speaking before he gets the chance. “ I — I was just going to say hi ... I don’t even know what you’re talking about. What was a mistake ? ” He silently hopes she doesn’t say meeting you.
RE : sienna kinney.
@stvnknny / TRUTH BE TOLD, calling Steven of all people in to help her was a mistake. Sawyer would have been the better option, the one more likely to walk Sienna through her complaints instead of LISTENING to them. But the elder Kinney ( at least, in comparison to youngest sister. He was still her baby brother. ) was the first one she flocked to in crisis such as this. Mostly, because while he was more put together than Sienna — neither of them compared to Sawyer. It made her feel like slightly less of a disaster. Though in this particular instance, it was more to throw her frustrations at a more sympathetic target, instead of dealing with her sister’s optimistic there’s nothing we can do. “ It’s bullshit, ” She said, voice lowered and eyes flicking towards the mumbling, frail figure in the corner. “ Someone reported that she was here on that stupid FUCKING app, and I haven’t had business all day. She’s literally stinking up the place. ” Another glance is tossed towards Katherine, who keeps walking into a clothing rack and collapsing, only to stand up again, a forever moving image of struggle. “ It’s already been like, twenty minutes. Didn’t she stay in the Maynard’s kitchen for like, three days? I’m gonna have to throw that whole rack of clothes out. ”
He was surprised, to say the least, when Sienna called him. He would have expected her to call Sawyer — and maybe she had, and he was second choice, but he felt a little bubble of pride, nonetheless. Standing in the thrift store, though, staring at the witch that haunted Black Spring robotically walk into a rack of clothes repeatedly, he felt that little bubble of pride fade. He knew what not to say — that there was nothing they could do, that she’d just have to wait it out. That’s what Sawyer would say, and she wasn’t here for a reason. “ Could throw a towel over her face. Not like that’d really do anything, though. ” He sighs, scratching the back of his head thoughtfully. “ Wonder if she’d follow the clothes, if we took ‘em outside. I mean — “ pause, as he considers his wording. He doesn’t want to offend Katherine, even she is dead. He’s not really looking to be haunted any time soon. “ — I mean, she certainly seems to like them. Maybe just ... I dunno, we give her the clothes and she’ll leave. ” It’s stupid, he knows, but hey, it’s an idea. No one said it had to be brilliant.
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