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[castlle]

Makin' my way downtown Walkin' fast, faces pass and I'm homebound~

Frank hears the song overhead, walking into a diner, half bloodied and catching the waitress's eyes. "—I won't stain your chair. Just get me a cup of coffee. I'm waitin' on someone." He sits at a nearby booth. There's only one other person in the diner as he slumps into his seat, obviously tired. He looks at his phone quickly," where the fuck is this asshole?"

[hatefularchive]

Don’t interrupt Freddie Mercury.

[candicesansjoey]

"All I know is that my head hurts and that you are comfortable, so yea.." 

[valianthe]

         { ’ lifting up the heavy weight of the camera, he snapped a few shots from his seat outside the quaint cafe tucked along a hip downtown shopping district inside the bustling city, sharp eyes hidden behind the lens as he zoomed in on a particularly interesting looking subject, the shutter clicking rapidly as a sly smile grew - caught unaware and humans truly hid none of their emotions ;

[valianthe]

 { ' planted firmly on the couch of the high end club, the male leans forward slowly as he watches the bodies on the dance floor, intrigued by the way the humans seemed to lose themselves so easily to the music that played from the speakers scattered around.  the end of a straw makes its way to his lips and he chews on it absentmindedly, the drink it belonged to forgotten on the table at his side - eyes flicked up as he suddenly found a person standing in front of him and he raised an eyebrow questioningly as they looked down at him ;

[valianthe]

          Clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth, the male's sharp eyes looked around curiously as new faces began filtering past him. Long fingers fiddled with a cigarette as he battled with his own cravings, surprisingly anxious regarding his recently attempt at gaining attention, the effort all in hope of perhaps making more connections. After all, he couldn't stay curled up in his apartment forever, right?

         The cigarette was soon placed between his lips and a lighter was drawn out from the depths of a pocket, a plume of smoke slipping past well formed lips after a few moments, the tendrils floating to the left of him with the afternoon breeze. His eyes continued to flit back and forth, the hum of the semi-busy street reminding him of the drone of bees in fields during the summer. 

[priorfilia]

 she's resting peacefully in her bed, hand tucked neatly underneath her head before she feels the lightest of tugs on her comforter.

  ' ----i ain't gettin' up now. '