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[thexprodigal]

❝ I'm here to bug you because I'm feeling rather bored today. ❞

❝ Itori, Itori, Itori. Of all people to come to for a little fun, you made the worst choice of all. Are your senses failing you? ❞

[thexprodigal]

“Well, I hope I ruined your day. If not, there’s always tomorrow!”

Hateship Sentence Starters

——— What in the fuck? What in the absolute fuck did he just say? Max stares at the indentation on his passenger side door for just a little longer. Maybe he heard it wrong. Maybe the impossible words spewing from this idiot’s mouth were just a heavenly joke. Oh no. He wasn’t in the least bit wrong. That kid has a smirk on his face. He can see it clear as day in the newly waxed black paint.  Not a man to get angry often, but what kind of response is that? Of all days, he had to meet a jack off like this one, and God wasn’t sparing him any mercy this time around. But then it hit him. His neck creaked as he looked over the side profile of the younger male. He’s seen him before. 

     “You’re always in this parking garage wandering around. What in the hell are you up to? You know you’re going to pay for this, right?” Perhaps, he would’ve left a more respectful individual off the hook, but the sweltering heat along with this stranger’s attitude made it impossible for him to do so. “And don’t you try to say it was an accident. You made it clear that it wasn’t.” Dignity still managed to litter his words and physicality. Although his mind was in hellish overdrive, he’d be damned to stoop to the other’s level by throwing out a few obscenities.   

[thexprodigal]

❝I once stood at the edge of a cliff and thought about jumping.❞

Starters

--------- The peaceful stroll along the edge of the Han River, where couples and the like join hands to make sweet memories, had made an unlikely turn into something dismal, dark, and dreary. Or did the priest merely misunderstand since his mind often wandered to the shadows with no remorse? He stopped walking as the young woman continued to wander a few meters ahead. She must be lost in thought. Maybe she didn’t even mean to admit such a thing. But he heard her, and it had to be addressed. “You thought about it yet here you are.” Now, his mind was delighting in the forbidden past–masochism was coming to light. One can’t forget the cold touch of gunmetal. It just doesn’t happen that way. But those visions dissipated as quickly as they came, and the reverend exchanged his self analysis for another statement. “Don’t fall into a trap you can’t escape, my dear. Learn to die then you’ll learn to live, but don’t actually go through with it. That’s the catch.”

[thexprodigal]

{briavrose} 

--------- Sundays were bustling, always, with crowds of church goers ready to reveal themselves to the eyes of God. They prayed on their knees, a few minutes or even less, to absolve the sins that were committed throughout the week. Lather, rinse, repeat. Did anyone ever learn? Or was religion just as commercialized as anything else in Hongdae. Probably. And Max was not naive in understanding this behavior. Tradition said Sunday. But shouldn’t it be every day? Sin occurs on a daily basis, yet people find it within themselves to be satisfied with one day of mourning for Christ. Hypocrites. Max could shout it through the air and let it echo through these church walls, but he was no exception. He always stayed silent.

     But today wasn’t  Sunday, the day of rest. It was mid-week, Wednesday, and not a soul save for a few beggars had entered through the chapel doorways. The priest had given communion only to himself and left behind his ceremonial robes to play a few hymns on the balcony organ. No one would listen but God, or so he thought. Perhaps the strong, eerie keynotes had put him in a trance since the creaking of the double-pane church doors went peacefully unnoticed. The noises of this entire open room melded together--and not a thing could disturb the smooth wave of sounds--all but a voice. “I got lost in the sounds.” It was always surprising how easily humanity can break through. Almost immediately, Max’s fingers receded from the keys, and he took a stroll to the balcony’s railing to have a look at the newcomer.  Did she know he was there? 

     “Are you really that lost? It doesn’t look like it.” He couldn’t see a face, but this woman’s mannerisms were already different. 

[thexprodigal]

❝If you’re going to play the game, at least learn to play it well.❞

Starters

--------- A busy afternoon had led impatient feet straight to Sweet Memories. The cafe had no outstanding amenities, let alone a decent hot coffee, but it was convenient, and the ever-efficient Max would rather save time than go on a quest to find the Holy Grail of cappuccinos. He did what he always found himself to do: take a window seat and watch. But this time around, he wasn’t merely there for some caffeine and daydreaming. The man was in purposeful waiting. With a flick of the wrist, his eyes would peer down at his watch, and he’d duck his head in attempts to look out across the street. Nothing. Good. He wouldn’t call this the best sanctuary, but he’d take a risk to relax before setting out on a little walk. 

     Dusk wouldn’t come soon enough, however, so the lanky figure decided to join others in the mobile hype of Candy Crush. It didn’t take long for a stupid addiction to occur, silent swearing, and twiddling thumbs. So far, so good, but he hardly took note of the score in the top corner until someone had to point it out from behind his shoulder. “If you’re going to play the game, at least learn to play it well.” His heart sank so deep into his gut that he thought he might drown in his own bile. But the voice was female. This one rational thought kept him calm, yet it was still apparent she had given him a scare. Stiff as a board. 

     Max saw the familiarity in his periphery, and he quietly began to address her. “What are you doing here, Suzy?” To work at a tavern then come to a cafe. That made little sense to him.