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[missingbruises]

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       the only times he moved were for bathroom breaks and when the record skipped, screeched and stuttered to a looping halt. jamie sigh from beneath the pile of covers and slowly stretched out of his fetal position to mindlessly flip the record. once the needle hit, he crawled back to the mattress plopped on the floor, piled high with black quilts. once tucked away, there was nothing left of him to see. not even his wild, mocha curls. they were firmly tucked beneath a pillow as he stared into the dark space. the door opened. he groaned. “jus’ go away, tim.” came his muffled demand. “’m not movin’.”

[wvtchy-a]

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                                   dakota wasn’t supposed to be out back, but she desperately needed a smoke break. customers were horrible today and whoever the fuck was working in the kitchen couldn’t cook burgers, apparently. everyone acted as if it was her fault that their meat was still pink. did they not know she didn’t cook? fucking idiots.

                 leaning against the back of the building, she takes a mouthful of smoke, closing her eyes. as the clouds move within her, she feels her stress falter a bit. she needed to quit soon. her stripping job raked in the dough, not this hellhole. what was she even thinking when she applied for the diner? dakota knew she was anything but normal, so why settle for a mundane job like this?

       her thoughts are interrupted by footsteps in the grass, crunching the dry leaves. her eyes snap open.

            “can i help you?”

[dcvilsidc]

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Feet scuffed against the concrete, worn sneakers shifting as he adjusted his weight. Mal had been standing silent for the last several minutes. Watching as the other... did whatever it was he was doing. He was still trying to get his bearings back. Trying to regain his land-legs, so to speak. “Hey listen.” voice cracked when he finally did speak. “I’m fucking staving. Can we like.. go get donuts or something? I need carbs.”

[deadrosesindie]

Gray leaned against the door frame, he had already knocked. A hand wrapped around a bottle of hard liquor as he waited for Ev to answer. Once the door opened, he grinned. “Mate, we’re pre-drinkin’, yeah, and we’re gonna go out and get pissed,” Gray told him. “S’the weekend!!”

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[ofarrowsandcanaries]

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Connor hated when crime struck and he had no way to quickly get into his Green Canary uniform. He didn’t like engaging with crime without his mask on, without his identity concealed-- if any criminal ever saw him as Green Canary but remembered his real identity from another encounter, that could be bad news. 

But he couldn’t walk around constantly with his garb in a backpack, though he did always keep his receptor collar in his back pocket. He was always ready for hand-to-hand combat, but it wasn’t bad to have an extra trick up his sleeve. Or more accurately, around his neck.

Typically, a crowd of people in an alley meant trouble. A crowd of people surrounding one person in an alley generally meant a lot of trouble. Connor didn’t hesitate, he could never walk away from a conflict, and he pulled out his receptor collar and put it around his neck-- to someone who didn’t know what it really was, it simply looked like a choker necklace.

He strolled closer to the group in the alley, and cleared his throat to get their attention. 

“Excuse me-- is there a problem here?”

[bxdbxbygirl]

“What am I to you?”

“Are you really trying to put a label on this? It’s just some fun, don’t make it anymore complicated than it needs to be” Alice shrugged, rolling her eyes.

[luctisonusx]

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"I dun fucked up. I DUN FUCKIN FUCKED UP....haven't I?"

[hollowed-dreams-rp]

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Needing a drink, or ten, Axel went to the bar and ordered a scotch before sitting down. He hardly noticed the person next to him, glancing over to see a young man. His eyes travelled down to the floor, a mobile phone laying on the ground. Axel wasn’t one to help other’s, but a kind gesture every now and then never hurt. 

“Think you might’ve dropped this,” Axel bent down and picked up the phone, handing it to the boy, “Wouldn’t want to lose it.”