#atticusevent003

[wtylerf-blog]

If it had only been for him, Tyler would have stayed in that tent. Burn down, maybe that could have helped improve the world a little. But she had good arguments, and leaving her beind was out of the question. He was somehow able to push himself up and out of the flames unhurt, if only physically. He still needed some time to mentally recover for everything that happened that day. His expression was blank as he walked into the other tent, not even paying attention to all the comotion that was going around him. If it had been Halloween, people would’ve probably thought he was disguised as a zombie, while he didn’t even try to give off that look. Making his way farter into the tent, his back slouched, he paid little attention to anyone, only thing on his mind being to find her and make sure she was fine. 

@desirveisms

[leviwhitmore]

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Levi: ive just murdered someone in this tent for breathing too loud

Levi: rip to the warthog

[wtylerf-blog]

What had he done? No, better, question. What had he almost done? He had lost control plenty of times in the past. Whenever he’d have to pull the trigger, he’d lose control. But they were all just faces, nothing more. Unlike her. She was more than just a face. She was someone he knew. Friends? He wasn’t entirely sure if they were friends. But he knew her, if even just remotely. And now he was stuck in a tent, with no where to go or hide than a corner of the place. At least for now, people were too stuck into wondering what was happening than to pay attention to the boy curled up in a ball in a corner, staring right infront of him. Maybe if no one came to disturb him, he’d be able to sort out his thoughts and get a grip of himself.

[milliganmemories]

Bradley tore away another petal, grinding it into dust between her fingers. In her mind, she was imagining it was the wing of a butterfly. “Let’s make a toast,” she began, tearing her flask from its place on the table. “To drunk driving. To being shot in the leg. To attempted murder on the Ferris wheel. To us. Atticus, the place where everybody rots and pretends they don’t fucking smell it. Cheers!” She sloshed it in the face of a passing freshman and smiled blankly when he screamed about it burning. “Cheers, everyone!”

[wtylerf-blog]

He didn’t know how he found his way there. He did know he ran away from the stands he was supposed to be volunteering at because honesty, that was quite some boring work. In any case, Tyler was sat on the ground, between two tents, hoping he could stay there for a while before heading back to the stand. But of course he was wrong, and he ended up spilling his popcorn on the ground, only to notice feet pasing by at the same time. “I’m so sorry.” He apologized as he stood up.

@ezralangford

[wtfliana-blog]

“I bought this cotton candy with the intention to eat it all, but I just can’t. I already feel the sugar rush and I’m not even halfway through. So here, take it. It’s all yours now.”

[wtamaraf-blog]

“Come over to the lover’s boat! 2 bucks for a ride, half the price if you can get me something to drink and forget I’m doing this.” Tamara said, her fake smile falling to pieces at the end. “Honestly just save me from this. I can’t stand those old geezers trying to get me to ride it with them.”

[leviwhitmore]

“Anyway,” Levi said, spraying his mouth with peppermint as he watched the excited sophomore run off, “who’s next?”