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Long ago, among other lies they were taught that silence was bravery.

Charles Bukowski, Play the Piano Drunk Like an Percussion Instrument Until the Fingers Begin to Bleed a Bit (via uruhana)

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↳ Assassin’s Creed or Bioshock series

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Rituals

Sayaka sat under the gazebo which rested in the corner of the local park, smoke wisping off with the wind; the origins of which belonged to the cigarette which rested between the knuckles of her index and middle fingers. Her arms lay crossed over her knees which were tucked up near her chest as she rested against the wall behind her. From here she could see unfamiliar figures wandering and partaking in their daily activities such as walking their dogs. Sayaka liked this spot. She felt safe here in this place which seemed so perfectly hidden in plain sight.

Sayaka glanced up as she heard a footstep and saw sneakers trailing over the green paint and graffiti which coated the floor beneath them. She rose to her feet, taking a final drag of her cigarette before tossing it to the ground and stamping it out while she dusted herself off. She reached into the back pocket of her navy blue jeans and removed a few bills, toying with them as she watched the other person out of the corner of her eye. A hand reached forward and she met it with her own, feeling a small familiar shape fall into her hand as the dollars slipped away from her. She stepped forward in a hug, giving the other a pat on the back. Extra precautions to avoid onlookers as this dealer always liked to perform. “Thanks,” she whispered in his ear, beginning to walk off immediately upon the removal of physical contact. She tucked the tiny bag of white powder in the back pocket of her jeans while she continued to travel, sighing a sigh of relief.

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The door to Sayaka’s apartment creaked open, the rustle of keys filling the air simultaneously as she stepped through the doorway and removed her shoes. Upon closing the door behind her and hanging up her keys, Sayaka seemed overwrought. She paced aimlessly for a brief moment before proceeding to her kitchen and clearing off the nearest counter. Pulling out her wallet and the bag from earlier, Sayaka chewed on her lower lip before resting the items on the marble counter and creating a soft sound as they skidded out of her grasp.

She took a breath, resting her forehead on the palms of her hands and exhaling heavily. “Ok,” she spoke aloud to herself, standing upright and reaching forward to grab her wallet. She flipped open the book of leather and pulled out the first bill she saw and her credit card before flipping it shut and pushing it off to the side. Next, she reached for the bag, pulling open the small ridged zip-lock top and tilting it on its side, tapping out just the right amount of the powder before resealing it and placing it next to her wallet. Taking her credit card, Sayaka began to cut the fine substance before shaping it into two distinct lines one next to the other. She allowed the card to fall to the side as she rolled the dollar bill up and leaned forward in anticipation. Pressing into the left side of her nose, Sayaka raised the twenty dollar bill in line with the opposing side and inhaled, dragging the bill in line with the powder as she did so. She sat back into the wooden chair which stood behind her, exhaling out of her mouth before she inhaled once more through her now-numb nose and sighed, allowing the rush of euphoria to come over her.

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