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[woolfcried]

interprcted replied to your post: i should…. try harder to be friends with ppl on...

down to talk whenever :’)))) esp since we live in the same city sorta ?? idk i think thats p Neat

yeah it is tbh there are like no southern californians in the rpc

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                      @interprcted was running out of time

“ Dad ? ”

         Her voice catches in her throat, paused, as she blinks. She is trying to see whether or not he is a vision that she has conjured herself. Alba sees him in everything -- in her mother’s paintings, in the way she laughs, or in the way she always makes sure to have a spare pair of shoes around, never break any bones. “You’re here,” She says, flinging herself in a hug toward her father, and clutching him tightly. He may slip between her fingers before she even has a chance to say hello. Sometimes that was just how things were. She knew more than anyone else how that was. 

        “How have you been ? You look whole -- have you been well ? How is Mom ? Where did you come from ? ” Her brows furrow as the words tumble through her lips. Sometimes her mind works faster than her mouth can process and she just keeps talking until it stops. This was the latest in the timeline that she had ever seen him, well, since that day at the museum that is. Sometimes she was able to visit him, but it had not been the other way around in quite awhile. “I missed you. Mom misses you.” She finally releases him from her grasp, eyes shining, “It’s good to see you.” 

[prinsessemelodi]

                      @interprcted was consoled by cupid

“ It’s beautiful isn’t it ? ”

        The Danish girl sat daintily in the high grasses, the winds billowing around there as she turned to face the angelic woman. Melody had began coming to this field when her gardens stopped being quiet and began to be filled with bustling servants -- who insisted that she SIGN this and STAMP that. Her house would never be quiet. She had accepted that a long time ago, learned to find the quiet places herself and spend time in them. A smile crosses her lips, pleasant and warm, “ I do hope me being here isn’t infringing on your plans,” She began, tucking her pale green dress underneath her legs. 

          “I come here to think -- the town -- well, they have good intentions, but it sometimes is nice to get away from it all. You know the questions, and the demands and -- ” A brief pause as she blinks, gathering herself up to stand on her feet. Brushing of strands of dry grass and averting her gaze to the soil she tries to allow another smile to fall onto her lips. “ I don’t know why I’m babbling, but I don’t want to inconvenience you or anything, I’ll just come back later.” 

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@interprcted // @originallywritten random starter!

          “It’s true that a lot of our deep-seated issues revolve around our relationships with our parents,” Harley Harleen replied, one long leg crossed over the other as she glanced up towards the other over the rim of her glasses.  “But that doesn’t mean that those issues can be resolved by killing them -- as nice as that’d be and all.”

[woolfcried]

          ‘i would never say this to her face, but she’s a wonderful person and a MAESTRO in the kitchen.’ it was a little too late to make the compliment after his assistant had left to prepare a new pot of coffee and fetch all the notes she had fastidiously taken per his request though. but the investigator MERELY leaned back and took a long drag from his cigar. ‘one time i was running low on cash and she BRIBED the sap with a tray of scones. ‘s like watching a kitten pull off a bank heist or somethin’.’

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[prinsessemelodi]

                             @interprcted took pity on you

“ I swear Alana. ”

          Melody stood outside of the door of her flat, a silver key inserted into the lock. It would turn just enough to hear the faint -- click -- but when she would turn the knob it would hit against their deadbolt. Which conveniently for her was not attached to the actual doorknob lock itself. It was it’s own separate entity and right now it was royally screwing her over. “Dammit.” She muttered, palms flat on the rough paint of the door. Melody turned around, back slowly sliding down the door until she was sitting on the floor. Nimbly her fingers dialed her roommates number and was sent straight to voicemail. “This is the second time this month she’s done this to me, I even said the last time ‘ Alana I will text you if I’m not coming home, but don’t lock me out ’    ---- and what does she do ? This. ”

         Eyelashes flutter to close and she lets a deep sigh escape through her lips. Frustration settles in her gut and wants to crawl, TOOTH and NAIL, up her throat to unleash it’s venom on the world. She doesn’t let it though. It’s not worth the cleanup it would cause. Her core relaxes and the frustration settles on a low hum instead of a roar, as she hums to the tune of the melody her mother used to play before sleep each night. The notes course through her -- and for a moment she forgets that she’s angry, or that she’s sitting in an ill-lit hallway all by herself. 

        She pauses when she hears the creaking of an opening door, feeling oddly EXPOSED, she drops the melody altogether. Opening her eyes. When she sees the door open across the way, and more importantly her neighbor in the door frame, she scrambles to her feet. “Uh -- SORRY, if the n-noise was bothering you. I - I - I -I’ll try to keep it down. Just trying to stay awake, you know ?” A beat. “ You must know, of c-c-course you would.”  

        Melody sways on her feet, evading eye contact at every juncture. There was something about her elusive neighbor that made her heart thump! a little louder in her chest, and her words trip over themselves as they fell out of her mouth. Something about him made her turn into an idiotic, illiterate, love-stricken child. It was the most curious thing. For most people her feelings were TOO heavily guarded, and with him they play upon her features plain as day. He was kind about it though, which was nice of him. Must have taken pity on her really.

[moved-to--mysticandskepticmuses]

@interprcted // @originallywritten random starter!

      “I mean, as far as prison pics go, I’d rate it a solid seven,” Harley suggested, peering over their shoulder to the file open on the desk in front of them.  “Not exactly the best of hair days, but you get dragged outta the river by your feet and try not to look like a drowned rat when it counts.”

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@interprcted // @originallywritten random starter!

          The sound of bent metal, the shatter of glass, the screech of tires -- i can’t swim! -- ( she shoulda woulda coulda learned from the last time ) -- pain raced, ricocheting across her face, her shoulder... for a minute there she was flying, flying like an eagle -- landing like a chicken.  She came to a stop suddenly, painfully, any sound she made swallowed by the air that got knocked clean out of her lungs, limbs crumpling in in awkward, and most definitely unladylike angles.  “I’m gonna kick somebody’s ass,” she managed to gasp, a hand dragging across her eyes to try and get the rain and blood out of them to see just who it was to blame for her current conundrum.