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@keyhop, call.

‘ real gold dust. can you believe it? ’ he remains rigid until the actor he is slightly disparaging has vanished around a corner of the lot to be struck before sundown. ‘ real gold dust, ’ he repeats, and goes limp from neck to knee, every loose particle swirling out- and down-ward in a cloud around him.

‘ she likes to— ’ jazz hands for drama. ‘ —shimmer. on screen. ’

#keyhop #keyhop: hopper 01.#modern v.#have i stolen this direct from marlene dietrich Yes. I Have.#anyway for anywhomst at any time in any place

you've got to spread joy up to the maximum. bring gloom down to the minimum. have faith or pandemonium is liable to walk upon the scene. ♪

┊ ❪ ind. ocs from an original world! ❫

#ooc #self ! promo #keyhop #*DECORUM.

@keyhop // richard

"I've seen your commercials," she says, sultry and soft instead of over-eager and wooed—as she's not wanting to risk sounding like a political science student in need of a summer gig.

(She does not know that he is gay, from the commercials or her own observation. Women as beautiful as her don't really worry about things such as that until they have to.)

"Your opponent's a fucking asshole."

#keyhop #RICHARD M.#CLARA S.#CLARA RICHARD.#TIMELINE: SECOND GENERATION.#TIMELINE: DECORUM.#even funnier if there is no opponent and he's just trying to win a slim majority

@keyhop + starter call ♥

“miss key-- um, miss oh? doctor key... oh?” he gets hung up on the fact that he doesn’t exactly know how to address her. it’s distressing. distressing enough to make him shut down for a second. a second which he could have used to calmly explain why he’s blocking her way in this empty parking lot in a way that doesn’t alarm her. instead, david shakes his head and skips several steps ahead.

“you need to help me.” he swallows loudly. there’s a sense of urgency because he knows that someone is about to reprimand him. question is, which voice will it be. “wait, can you-- can you tell them i’m not-- harassing you.” david gestures wildly at his ear, his eyes. “i swear i just need to ask you something, in the latest stream you said that-- sorry, can you just tell them you’re okay with talking to me? please.” he wheezes out, clasping hands together.

#*rattles keys conviction in the system by shoving a mentally ill guy who should NOT have another voice in his head* owo?#keyhop

“do you have anything in your pockets?” from hop!

“no, i’m just really happy to see you.” what can you say? you couldn’t resist. you’re used to being asked to squat and cough. used to a less-than-gentle pat-down with cold hands and a face like a slapped arse staring at you from beneath a guard’s cap. this is more like a walk in the park than standing in the middle of russian winter, trying to get a better work detail. (it never works, but it entertains you nonetheless. prison is boring. you wake up and it’s the same, day in, day out. day turns into night and the toilet you were unclogging is no longer unclogged thanks to big uma and yana.)

but you’re kind of proud of that one, and you move your hands from your pockets and wiggle your fingers before stepping to the side. your pockets are never empty – there’s a lollipop you stole from a child-friendly café that you instantly regretted stepping into, and a few miscellaneous could-be-seen-as-a-weapon trinkets from your latest stint in mainland europe, but hey. you’re nothing if not a team player. she can check your pockets all she wants.

#keyhop #keyhop / hop.

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he feels the burns of frustration and embarrassment on his ears, turning the tips red. he listens, but doesn’t understand for the third time, which makes him feel -- pretty stupid. “ i’m sorry. can you repeat what you’re asking? “

#for anyone >)#KEYHOP01.#keyhop #STARTER CALL.#v; TBD.