#lcrk

[cardigaen]

❛ ♡ for a starter ━  ⊰  ✶ @lcrk .

smoke  billows  from  beneath  the  hood  of  her  car  as  if  exhaling  into  the  cold,    november  air.    with  a  click  of  his  tongue,    he  lets  out  a  momentary  whistle,    an  eyebrow  raising  as  his  attention  switches  from  the  car  to  the  woman  before  him.    ❛  a  blown  radiator  hose.  ❜    he  says,    his  next  sentence  bound  to  put  a  damper  on  her  journey.    ❛  since  it’s  friday  the  parts  won’t  be  here  until  monday…    is  that  alright? unfortunately, it'll have to be. not another shop for about forty miles.  ❜    

[w4ntd]

𝒟𝑜𝓇𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒶 𝓈𝑒𝓃𝓉 ❝ You're an only child, aren't you?. ❞

WELL THAT’S A NEW ONE. he’s not sure how to respond to her comment. on one hand she’s right. or, he’s pretty sure he’s right. he is an only child. but he also grew up with a dozen other boys. so while he might be an only child, he felt like he was a far cry from the stereotype. or maybe he wasn’t if @lcrk was able to peg him so quickly. ❝ what about me gives you that idea, huh? is it cause you looked at my wiki and I don’t have any siblings listed? you should know better than to trust Wikipedia ❞

[sommersong]

@lcrk : [ CAR ]: the sender arrives on scene as the impromptu getaway driver for the receiver (who hadn't been expecting it).

THE THING ABOUT BEING AS IMPULSIVE AS SIMEON SOMMERFELD IS THAT IT'S HARD TO KNOW YOU'RE IN TOO DEEP UNTIL IT'S TOO LATE. anything can seem like a good idea in his addled brain until he's in the thick of it and realizes belatedly that even his charm and improvisation can't slip him out of the situation he himself has created. he encounters such situations so often that one might think he'd grow used to it, but something about the uncertainty keeps it as exciting as it is anxiety-inducing. and frankly, he's never been great at walking away from a thrill of any kind. problem is, his habits become inconvenient more often than not and put him in situations just like this – in this case, on one of at least the top five worst dates of his life.

he doesn't usually agree to setups, but this one had been presented in a way he couldn't quite resist. in other words, filipe had chided him, rolling his eyes, talking about how he was never willing to take a chance when he suggested somebody for him. now simeon remembered exactly why he never trusted filipe's taste. not that his was historically much more successful, but at the very least, he could enjoy the company of his selections for a while before he got bored and moved on. five minutes into this disaster, he'd already been looking for an escape, almost immediately bored to tears by immediate and excessive discussion of the man's car collection. ( sim appreciates a nice car and has several himself, but it's hardly his favorite topic of conversation. ) when he followed it up by rambling about bitcoin, sim started to figure filipe was playing an extended joke.

although he was meant to be in the bathroom, simeon had slipped out around the side of the restaurant and leaned against the brick wall to breathe. he'd been texting dorothea almost absently in the interim as he attempted to decide what the hell he planned to do. it would be rude to just leave, of course – but it wouldn't be the first time he'd done something of that nature and felt little guilt as a result. he certainly hadn't expected somebody else to make the decision for him. he didn't bother hiding his surprise when he caught thea's car pulling up out of the corner of his eye, nor the grin that brightens his face a mere moment later.

" have you come to my rescue like a knight in shining armor? " he calls on the edge of a laugh, boosting himself up from the wall and glancing to either side of the sidewalk before he scurries over to the passenger side door. " we'll have to hurry the fuck up. " he casts a single glance over his shoulder at the door, hoping ( though not with too much concern ) that his date can't see him through the restaurant's front window, before slipping into the front seat. his grin has grown and he glances over at her cheekily, tossing her a wink. " wouldn't want to get caught kidnapping me, after all. "

[nocityfolk]

"sounds like somebody needs to sing a christmas carol."

@lcrk & PROMPTS FROM ELF !!

the absence of a stetson he wears like a security blanket, replaced by the casualness of an old, faded cap he's owned since his rocky adolescence. a far cry from the usual— from jesse colt, really— dressed down in the company of a new friend. he tilts his head upwards, craned to the left as his eyes squint against the bright sun, his hair tucked away, & the quirk of an eyebrow creeping upwards becoming visible.

‘‘oh, c'mon now. are you calling me a scrooge?’’ he asks, feigning irritance. the soft blush on his face and the hint of a smile, half amusement & half surprise, that he doesn't try to hide gives him away without even trying. ‘‘y'know, i think i might hafta count that as defamation. maybe i'll sue you... how much you got?’’ — and he couldn't be less serious if he tried, rare eye contact easily met with thea, an ever-growing smirk on his face.

[nocityfolk]

@lcrk & starter call !!

there seems to be no end to unfamiliar environments for jesse, not at parties or events, & certainly not on the set of a television show. it's busier than he would've thought, and he doesn't spare a glance at the numerous people passing him by until he recognises one of the faces. pausing his vacant watch, he takes a good look at her— dorothea lark; actress, hollywood it girl, one of the stars of the show jesse is guest starring on.

drawing his hat further down his head & fidgeting with his hands, he takes a step forward. the crowd splits around him, jesse's steps pushing forward until he's within distance of dorothea, waiting for an opportunity to introduce himself. pressing a smile onto his reddened face, he lets a hand press momentarily onto her shoulder to get her attention before taking a measured step back, giving her space.

‘‘'cuse me, ma'am. sorry. hi.’’ take a breath, man. ‘‘you're dorothea lark, is that right? i'm jesse— uhh— jesse colt. i just wanted to say hello. so, y'know: hello.’’

[k4ndall]

"audiences don't know somebody sits down and writes a picture. they think the actors make it up as they go along."

"Like, I don't think that half of the people that go to the movies understand the craft behind it." Kendall had been in charge at Roy Studios, so he liked to think that he knew a thing or two about it. "Like, it takes thousands of people to make a movie and, like, most of those people are just Joes and Jills that nobody knows about unless they read the credits and, like, who really reads those, right?"

[mastermicd-arch]

𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐥𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞.   →   accepting.

@lcrk : ❝ they said i was a cheat, i guess it must be true. ❞

"if they said i was a llama and the titanic was a pirate ship, would you believe that too?" and extreme example from the brunette, but one that illustrated her point in just the way that she'd wanted to nonetheless. she'd seen, from her own experiences, just how rumours could change not only other people's perceptions, but one's own perception of themselves if they managed to burrow too far under the skin. "who cares what other people might say about you? you know the truth in the end."

[swnsn]

INBOX OPEN.

@lcrk : "i don't even really know how it happened ." // dorothea

THE SHARD BARELY BROKE SKIN BUT HE'S LEARNED EARLY ON THAT IT IS ALWAYS BETTER TO BE SAFE THAN SORRY. with furrowed brows and unbroken focus, he examines the cut on her hand. the evening was meant to play out entirely differently - he was going to approach paige tonight, finally speak to her after spending the better part of the past week watching her from afar. SHE NOTICED HIM - well, noticed something - on the very first night. the way she sped up her steps, kept gazing over her shoulder ... he felt bad for her and yet too nervous to step out of the shadows and reveal himself. clever girl, though. ( he has no right to the feeling of pride he feels swelling in his chest thinking about how well she's done for herself. not one part of it his doing and in fact, he probably hindered the process in more ways than one over the years ... ) now, he stands with a stranger, a young woman who is currently flinching at her own hand. broken glass, nothing too dramatic and most definitely nothing dangerous but he takes the distraction with the welcoming eagerness of an unrelenting coward. were he to look at the stars with anything but purely scientific curiosity, he might see this as a sign from the universe itself: IT ISN'T TIME YET ... as it stands, he knows the universe has very little say in the fate of the swansons - all that is selfmade.

" stay still, yeah? just trying to make sure there's nothing left in there. " he ignores her rambling about the hows of this situation. barely matters, if he's honest. not because he doesn't care, he quite honestly historically has always cared a bit too much about such things, but because his mind is still with his sister. he recalls her falling off of a tree in the garden, remembers how livid their mother had been cause she'd ripped a new dress... remembers the splinters he picked out of her fingers and how he scolded her. you should have been careful! - you weren't looking!!! i told you to look! i just slipped. eyes close just briefly enough for him to regain his focus, to blink out of the memory and look up at the stranger's face. " there you go. all good... do you come here often? " what sounds like a line definitely isn't - he is simply trying to figure out the game plan. " there's a waitress here, blonde, is she in tonight? "