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@barctta ; starter call. 

“Don’t you have somewhere to be ?” She adjusts the newspaper she’s reading behind the counter of Video Rentals. Kat’s trying her best to mask her smirk. “Why don’tcha getta job, ya BUM?”

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"--BUT WHAT IF SHE DIES!? Then we will be known as the two boys who poisoned their mother!"

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literally searches for this xD

FREDDY WAP, O’ BROTHER WHERE ART THOU!

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                ❝I’m just a girl...standing here...thanking the Lord that                   didn’t actually break my nose despite the bleeding.❞

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( && FREDDY ! )

          ( she knows she’s attaching to him far too quickly {he’s one of the first people to show her that they care about her.. in a long while}. the moment his voice sounds && his patented sigh escapes, her already weak resolves breaks. yes, by some whim, zoey trusts him enough to allow her exhausted body to fall limp && wilt. thankfully she has her back to him so he won’t see her cry. free flowing tears. she’s scared to cry too much, scared to overwhelm him with her onslaught of misery && mourning. )

             ( maybe they aren’t so different. their priorities. all she wants is closeness from someone that isn’t caught up in what to tweet next or what outfit to wear tomorrow. zoey can’t talk to her friends about this. && as she shivers with a quiet sob, she rubs at her face. no. she’s not a real adult, more reigning in on simply becoming less of a child, but she’s.. grown. in way she wishes she hadn’t. && maybe part of her knows that. it’s what grounds her, knowing that she’s lived life in a much more concrete way than most could say. clearing her throat, she casually wipes at her eyes and smiles back sadly at him. a real smile entails too much energy.)

                     ‘i know,’ ( zoey finally whispers, voice raspy, padding over to him && taking a quiet seat on his leg. her features are tired but soft && tender with their intention, hazel hues remaining in contact with his own. after a moment, she leans in to press her lips to his cheek. ) ‘thank you.’

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[mcdiicm]

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“Oh it’s you--- the undercover cop.” 

Laura gazes over her shoulder towards the man with a small smile. “You still workin’? Cause I have a problem.” she admits briefly, her bony shoulders giving a gentle shrug. The medium had just been outside to empty her trash into the compost when she noticed the man standing outside of her gigantic home. It wasn’t the first time she’s noticed strangers (not in this case) admiring her rustic, Victorian mansion. Even if that hadn’t been the case, she hadn’t been bothered with someone like him. 

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@barctta

      “SIR.” She’s blocking the path, a mighty walking stick in her hand that has her feeling like Gandalf. “These woods are private property,” she informs him coolly, swaying forward on the soles of her feet. She’s more worried about him coming across the body she had buried along the path than his loitering. She shrugs flippantly, slanting her lips. “Can’t letcha go any further.”