#inplastic

[ripetogether]

CLOSED STARTER. @inplastic.

“have you ever thought about it? flipping the fuck out like that?” sage was balancing her notebook from class above her chest, tracing the vine pattern on the cover. she’d come from class right to their dorm and squashed down the self loathing for it. they’d been spending more and more time together, but she told herself it was due to the headache inducing chatter that being back at her sorority she didn’t want to deal with. she could come up with twenty excuses that revealed nothing about the fact that she liked being there with them. sage didn’t express sweet things like that, she just threw things at them them until they came to lay next to her. the second the thought entered her head, in fact, she ripped a page out from her notebook, balling it up and chucking it hard in their direction with a look of determination. as soon as they turned to look at her she was giving them a smile. “seriously, have you? have you ever felt so close to just... grabbing the nearest weapon and ending someone like that?” they shouldn’t have let sage take a course on crime in media, the last several weeks it had consumed her. her favourite topic of conversation was whatever gruesome story they’d looked at and this week it was men murdering their wives, one particular story sticking out in her brain. . 

[decadencies-a]

@inplastic

          scott has arrived to class late. it shouldn’t come as too much of a shock, really-- he’s always got something much more important happening. certainly more important that a greek mythology class, with his caliber of intelligence in regards to medicine. but still, he cannot help his love for words even still, and so here he is, despite being late. he runs a shaky hand through sandy blonde hair-- his hands are always shaky, he’s noticed-- before he takes his seat. leg bouncing, teeth gnawing into the flesh of his inner cheek, his whole body seeming to need to go going, going, going, all of the time. jodie always told him that his need for constant movement stresses her out. yet he seems more freaked out by jodie’s stoic nature-- is something alive if it’s not constantly in motion? the bouncing of his leg reminds him he’s alive, in some strange sort of way-- he’s turning these thoughts over and over in his brain before he’s pulled from his own mind, attention diverting to the person to his right. “i’m sorry, did you say something?” he’s polite, sometimes without even meaning to be; perhaps he should have said, can’t you see the conversation i’m having in my head is much more interesting than what you have to say?

[safehavens]

SNAPCHAT ::

MALAI: sitting here w sunny and having a halloween movie marathon MALAI: you know, since you decided to flake on us MALAI: ( like a loser ) / @inplastic

[oneresolution]

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