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I’ve already sent a variation of this to the main but I’m going to post it here, too because it feels right I don’t know: This is me quietly, regretfully, sadly turning in my resignation for Neil and Winter. Seaside has been so important to me and I will headily miss it and all of you but I think it’s best if I just bow out. All my love. Feel free to ask for contacts elsewhere if you don’t already have them. xx
williamah.
to see a genuine smile on will was a rare and fragile sight. but even when smiling will had a way of being somehow completely unreadable. nonetheless, he emits something effervescent, a glowing ball of subtle light even in moments of seeming completely unable to interpret. “ i think i’ve grown tired of people comparing people to things in the sky and things in the ground. ” will chimes in with a breathy laugh, his hands gesturing vaguely before he continues. “ you know what i mean, right ? so many writing pieces and poems i read lately have something to do with that. people compare their lovers to stars, planets, the sun, the moon, and clouds. or it’s flowers, trees, leaves, and grass. i see it all the time. it makes me wonder whatever happened in the middle to make people focus on just way up or way down. am i making any sense ? ” the boy laughs again, hues of honey brown squinting, his expression remaining content but wandering. “ i sound bloody mental, don’t i ? ”
always a bit of a moth to will’s flame, winter sways into his orbit. the smile is a gift; he almost feels guilty for the way his mind immediately locks the memory of it away for safe keeping. quiet and at ease, he listens to will speak with careful consideration. he can understand the questions, a writer himself — he hates to admit to himself that he hadn’t really asked the why so much, least not the this level. there are plenty of other things keeping him up at night. “ people write what they know, ” he concedes eventually, the words feeling worn out and obvious on his tongue. hands fiddle themselves into knots, fingertips working circles into his palms as he struggles to explain himself. “and when they can’t write what they know, when they don’t know — they try to find a way of expressing the unknowable with things they understand; try to make other people understand what they don’t know. it’s people trying to connect with other people in some way that makes sense when nothing makes sense. maybe it’s all a lie, but maybe everything is.” winter cringes a bit at himself; at the way it sounds deeper than it probably is and how he’s probably out of his depth to begin with. “or maybe we’re both bloody mental and we just don’t know the reason for anything.”
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addy: ugh that took so many tips ):
addy: hella true, i'll make a petition.
addy: what am i lying about
winter: i will write a poem in your honor or something
winter: not that i'm a poet really
winter: i will sign it
winter: ....
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sunny: god, i'd make such a cute judge
sunny: poor thing! though i have a follow up question?
sunny: were you wearing double denim? like on all four limbs? because you may have experienced what's called karma for your fashion faux pas
winter: you'd make a cute anything
winter: ...maybe
winter: and yes, i have already come to the conclusion that it was karma but listen.... they were different Shades of denim and i have a limited supply of jackets
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charlie: if only we were all a little quicker than the rain. imagine we'd be a lot drier :P
charlie: my dad's a neurologist and does his own research. maybe he knows someone who does non-medical research. probably not but worth a try.
charlie: you know making it as a filmmaker is that hard when i actually start to think being an inventor is any much easier...
winter: we are alas slow beings
winter: fingers crossed for you.
winter: i will support you no matter what you do!!!!
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nova: um...i just don't see the point in wasting clothes like that. i mean you could always give them away instead of burning them...it seems wasteful and entitled.
winter: well. when you put it that way.
winter: i hadn't planned to /actually/ burn them to begin with but i suppose you are right. very wasteful and entitled of me. i hope the universe forgives.
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addy: are you serious? i'm gonna be so pissed if i just wasted my money.
addy: sounds like a good plan. i'll make up signs to hang around and make little plastic jars for people to donate their spare currency. maybe the neighborhood will help out.
addy: that's very very true.
winter: sorry, love xx
winter: the neighborhood watch should just be called neil watch tbh
winter: don't tell no lies
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charlie: WET DENIM 😨 that sounds like the WORST
charlie: are you going to invest in tons of rain gear now?
charlie: i feel like i have to. do you think they sell umbrellas that don't get fucked up by the wind?
charlie: or maybe like eco-friendly disposable umbrellas that i can just throw away after a couple of uses anyway
charlie: if someone could just test the boundaries of science for me, that'd be great 👌
winter: it was i promise you
winter: i have a rain jacket and umbrella but i was planning on being quicker than the rain. i was not.
winter: eco-friendly is always a+
winter: i do not know any scientists but if i come across one i will definitely get them right on that
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sunny: the motion passes!
sunny: WHAT DID IT DO? i'll fight the denims.
winter: the court sighs in relief
winter: i was dampened by the weather, thoroughly, and the denim chaffed my limbs. all four of 'em. ):
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addy: i'm vibrating with jealously still.
addy: i was am in the middle of ordering it from my phone, i just hope the towers don't give out or something. i NEED THE NINTENDO SWITCH.
addy: would you? that means so much! i'm going to have to look into it that way we always know where he is.
addy: HE IS THE WORRISOMEEST GUY EVER. DRIVES ME NUTS.
winter: i hear it's not as good as everyone makes it out to be????
winter: i mean i mean Will would help you probably but i could also throw in a couple bucks. we'll pool together to get a tracker for our neighborhood stray neil parrish. i bet ollie would chip in just to piss neil off
winter: he doesn't even mean to be which is the most worrisome part i think
grccr.
greer’s hands were cold and it was starting to get dark outside, but he was the only one left at page turners books, and he just wanted to go home. the books he was rearranging tonight were dusty and beaten. the door was propped open, so he didn’t hear the chime of the bell when someone walked in. he only realized he wasn’t alone when someone popped up behind him and said “hello!” he jumped and his cheeks heated up cherry red, and as he turned around a soft smile. “hi, sorry, i didn’t hear you come in. is there something i can help you with?”
he had gotten halfway home before realizing that he didn’t have his keys. forgetfulness wasn’t something winter was accustomed to — but he supposed it was only natural; bound to happen eventually. he hadn’t really slept much since the storm ended, which probably didn’t help the scattered thought process. he thought, in retrospect, that it wasn’t actually the first time he had forgotten his keys and huffed at himself indignantly as he slipped back into page turner’s open door. keys gathered from right where he’d left them (behind the desk, in a jar labeled as such), winter peaked around the corner of the isle to find his co-worker. “ah—” he started a little in surprise himself at the reaction, only to offer up an apologetic smile and the cant of his head, “sorry to startle you. forgot something at my shift end, so i came back.” he held up his keys by way of explanation before tucking them into his pocket and coming fully around the corner to face greer. it was near closing time. winter nodded toward the books being rearranged slightly, “need any help with that? or i can finish closing up the front, if you’d like.” he hadn’t even considered that it would be technically unpaid overtime; wouldn’t have cared, even if he had.
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nova: why
winter: why not
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addy: i am very jealous about your sushi and company!! why didn't i think about getting sushi when i was out. is it good sushi?
addy: i am safe and warm. i'm held up under a blanket on the couch playing pokemon and trying to order the new nintendo but the power keeps going in adn out and i think the internet is down bc it's not giving me anything.
addy: is neil ever okay??? lbr here. i ran into him and i did my best but you know when neil has his mind set on something. i tried calling him but it keeps going to voicemail. i told him my door is open if he needs it. i keep looking out the window but i can't see anything ):
addy: do you think i could put a tracker on him like they do for pets incase they get lost? so that the next time he disappears i don't worry my hair out???
winter: it is the Best Sushi
winter: that friggin blows and i'm sorry about it. i hope you are able to get your new 'tendo. you deserve good things.
winter: i mean... you would know better than i but fair enough.
winter: i think will would pitch in to help you get that pup tracker put in our lil runaway, honestly. but if it wasn't the disappearing and the running in the rain, i'm sure neil would worry your hair out in other ways. he is a worrisome guy.
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sunny: i'm over it. it's cancelled
sunny: i don't get it? why must the denim suffer?
winter: i second that.
winter: because it has done me wrong, suns. it has done me so very, very wrong.
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charlie: i've never seen anything like this when i lived in birmingham or london...suppose it's much worse living near the sea.
charlie: though what do your denim jackets got to do with the storm?
winter: the same goes for me.
winter: i was wearing one when the storm decided to DUMP ON ME. wet denim, char. WET DENIM.
pipcrr.
it feels like the first time she’s stepped outside of her flat in weeks when it’s really only been a few days at the most. perhaps the feeling has to do with the changes to the world outside – fallen trees, damaged buildings, and scattered debris making the once familiar streets seem foreign and otherworldly. as she strolled past the wreckage, pip can’t help but let out a weighty sigh – as though all of the harm and destruction somehow fell upon her slim shoulders. on top of it all, hadley had been stranded at uni, meaning she’d waited out the storm on her own. therefore, it’s really no surprise that at the first sign of human company, she’s drifting across the puddle laden street to offer a mumbled greeting. “sad, innit?” she gestures to the branches at their feet. “i hope the storm didn’t treat you too poorly?”
seaside towns get the worse of the storms off the water. that is a fact that winter has known in theory but it is something entirely else to see it in person. to live in the place rough-touched by destruction and to see the broken pieces of it lay strew about the streets. storefronts, trees, the beach. he feels for them all as if they were living things. sentient, or at the very least, loved. pip drifts over to him, carrying herself on a wave of mumbled sadness and winter sighs heavily, familiar enough with the comfort of her company to be honest. “sadder than i thought it would be,” he admits, tucking his hands into his pockets and thinking silent apologies toward the splinters of wood at their feet. eyes flit upward at her second question, sensing a sort of hollow hopefulness for good news but that might just be him projecting his own hopefulness onto her. “the storm has not directly treated me too poorly — i only wish it had been kinder to my friends,” winter says softly, offering a smile that doesn’t quite crinkle the corner of his eyes. “did you make it out with minor damage?”
