#huckberries

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⁀⚕      𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒒𝒖𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔.      (      @huckberries      ) | | |   ⤷   :   robby + dennis

[godbrks]

| | | █ ⁺‧˚ ✃ @huckberries ⁽ 𝓓ENNIS ₎ .ᐟ ཋ -> 🐺 ˚₊‧ -> ⁽ 𝖙𝖝𝖙. ⁾ i think i fucked up.

⁽ 𝖙𝒙𝖙 : 11:24𝐏𝐌 ⁾ oh, story of my fuckin lifeeeee ⁽ 𝖙𝒙𝖙 : 11:24𝐏𝐌 ⁾ but coming from you ... ⁽ 𝖙𝒙𝖙 : 11:25𝐏𝐌 ⁾ that kinda scares me, do i even wanna ask ??

[godbrks]

| | | █ ⁺‧˚ ✃ @huckberries ⁽ 𝓓ENNIS ₎ .ᐟ ཋ -> 🐺 ˚₊‧ -> ⁽ 𝖙𝖝𝖙. ⁾ i'll explain later, just call me now !

𝓢HIT.     when their   phone   is   finally   pulled   out   from   jacket   pocket,      a   few   minutes   have   gone   by   since   the   text   SILENTLY   came   through.     should've   had   the   ringer   on,      screen   displaying   two   missed calls   from   dennis.

⁽ 𝖙𝒙𝖙 : 7:12𝐏𝐌 ⁾ shit i didn't see this, i'm sorry

⁽ 𝖙𝒙𝖙 : 7:12𝐏𝐌 ⁾ 1 sec

𝓗E'S STRUGGLING TO TYPE   while   grabbing   his   jacket,      sliding   off   his   stool,      𖬺      slipping   through   the   crowd   of   bar   patrons   surrounding   him.      someone's   yelling   after   him   about   his   tab,      but   wells   knows   the   tender   well   enough   to   get away with it   this   time.      embrace   of   cold   air   wraps   itself   around   them   as   they   BURST   onto   the   empty   street,      phone   risen   to   their   ear      𖬺      producing   a   dull   ringing   tone.      when   it   rings   out,      wells   huffs      —      CRISP   smoke   toppling   from   lips   into   the   brisk   wind.

⁽ 𝖙𝒙𝖙 : 7:15𝐏𝐌 ⁾ answer ur phone, idiot !!

⁽ 𝖙𝒙𝖙 : 7:15𝐏𝐌 ⁾ now i'm worried

𝓣HE DULL RING PLAYS AGAIN   as   wells   approaches   his   bike, once more trying dennis's number,      narrowly   avoiding   a   car   barreling   down   the   street.      he's willing dennis to pick up.

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⁀⚕      𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆,  𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆,  𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆.      (      @huckberries      ) | | |   ⤷   :   said  i'm  fine,  please  just  drop  it.  (  robby  )

𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐲  𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬  𝐡𝐢𝐦  for  a  long  second.  his  hand  lands  firm  on  dennis’  shoulder.  he  feels  the  tension  there  immediately.  he  doesn’t  argue  in  the  hallway.  doesn’t  make  it  a  scene.  he  just  guides  him.  the  trauma  bay  down  the  corridor  is  empty.  robby  nudges  the  door  shut  behind  them  with  his  foot.  he  lets  his  hand  fall  away  and  takes  a  step  back.  then  he  crosses  his  arms  over  his  chest.  his  eyes  don’t  waver.  he  tips  his  head  slightly,  studying  dennis’  face  the  way  he  would  a  patient  —  searching  for  the  thing  beneath  the  surface  symptoms.  ❝  what’s  wrong?  ❞ 

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⁀⚕      𝒎𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍  𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒅.      (      @huckberries      ) | | |   ⤷   :   ➺  pain  is  the  body's  way  of  reminding  you  that  you're  still  alive.  (  abbot  )

𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭  𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐝  into  the  familiar  balance  between  his  left  leg  and  the  carbon-fiber  curve  of  his  prosthetic.  dennis’  words  hung  there.  not  unkind,  not  gentle  either.  just  a  fact,  offered  like  a  diagnosis.  jack’s  jaw  shifted  slightly,  the  muscle  ticking  once  before  stilling.  he  looked  down  at  his  hands  instead  of  at  dennis  —  broad  palms,  faint  tremor  that  never  quite  left  since  overseas.  he  flexed  his  fingers,  as  if  testing  the  truth  of  it.  he  knew  pain.  he’d  stitched  it  closed  under  gunfire.  he’d  pressed  it  down  with  morphine  and  prayer.  he’d  swallowed  his  own  in  silence  because  there  had  always  been  someone  worse  off  on  the  table  in  front  of  him.  a  slow  breath  filled  his  lungs.  ❝  guess  that  means  i’ve  been  real  alive  for  a  long  time.  ❞

[jennifercheck]

(𝐈)t's the third time this week that she's blown off her ethics class, idly sitting by on the only comfortable couch present in their common room. She's found herself in the middle of a quiet (and boring) afternoon, only two or so hours past noon, and everyone's still occupied with their commitments ── THE VERY SAME ONES JENNIFER HAS, yet avoids like the plague.

JENNIFER lays comfortably on her back, knees bent up to her chest and a BLACKBERRY CURVE 9720 in a HOT PINK colourway sits ontop as she peers up at its screen. Upon further inspection, you'll find she's watching the newest RIHANNA music video with one WIRED HEADPHONE in, the other hanging off her side.

it's the first face she's seen in a while, [one she's not so mad about seeing ── HER FACE IMMEDIATELY LIGHTS UP, a smile tugging at peeled lips, one of the many side-effects of jennifer refusing to take her hunger seriously once again. . . “ Aw, hello. All the nerds are away, so I never thought I'd see you. ” – AN EFFORTLESS TEASE, yet the way she lets it roll off her tongue, like sweet nothings & peppermint compliments, . . .it feels like she's given him a greeting kiss.

@huckberries: "I'm avoiding my dorm on purpose."

[𝐉]ennifer's sat up by now, but her knees are still to her chest, only closer this time so there isn't much gap between her bare midriff and her elbows. Her hair's dead straight, but thankfully, despite the flaky scalp & the desperate need for some brand-new boy-flesh, her blowout from two days ago is still intact, so the light flicks at the end of her raven locks still add a much needed volume here & there.

The ZOMBITCH finds an inning and her eyes are narrowed at him. She beckons slow, head tilted like a snake's unhinged jaw.

“ Oh yeah? ── WHAT'S WRONG? Naked roommate or something? Don't tell me you've got a problem with nudity, Denn-y. There goes all my plans. ”

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⤷ ˎˊ˗ @huckberries said : “ sometimes, i think "to hell with it". to hell with everybody. ”

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤSOMETIMES IT SEEMS AS IF APPEARING COMFORTABLE IS A PAINFUL EFFORT FOR ZACHARY KAPLAN. all too often he felt and appeared like a cornered animal ; veils of dark hair obscure his face, cascading down his torso and back in heavy waves, eyes like small shards of cold metal peeking from between the tousled locks, staring into the distance before slowly shifting their attention to dennis. there was a softness in their sharp intensity, an unspoken sense of understanding. HE KNEW THE FEELING ALL TOO WELL, the gnawing urge in your gut to leave it all behind, damn it all, damn them all.

“ but you don't pull through with it, hm? you care too much to let it go to hell and thoughts remain just . . . thoughts, ” zach mutters. whether he was speaking for himself or for dennis, he wasn't quite sure. he suddenly becomes aware that his hands feel empty, painfully idle ; it's been a while since he smoked, too long a while, because his bones are already aching, pulling, fingers involuntarily picking at the hem of his old rotting christ shirt in order to keep themselves occupied with something, anything. ( the time you take to think of the right words to say is long and excruciating when you can't suffocate the silence with smoke. ) “ what's stoppin' you, whitaker? ” the bassist hums and lets the question linger in the air, tilting his head to the side like a curious crow.