#manic open

[illmanneredx]

     "Can we all just take a moment to appreciate how bloody good I look today?"

[illmanneredx]

     "Fucking Hell. Does no-one in this city know the meaning of back the fuck off?"

[aleksandrkarkov]

I will never understand the need for the masses to go into panic mode that involves destruction. There are better ways to deal with issues than to destroy things that aren't yours. Its ridiculous.

[frankcatesby]

I-- That's the strangest thing I've ever seen.

[frankcatesby]

Walking the empty street, Franklin can't help but let his mind wander. That's the bad thing about being out and about on his own; it gives him time to think, to think about things he doesn't like thinking about, things he'd rather forget.

Turning the corner, the male stops walking, rummaging through his pockets and pulling out a cigarette along with a lighter. He brings the cigarette to his lips, and lights it, taking a long drag before blowing out a cloud of smoke.

He takes no notice of the person approaching.

[theored]

Lungs That Suck At Being Lungs|| Theodore and Open.

His head was swimming and his hands were trembling. He took a moment, leaning into his crutches as he stood outside the hospital building. It was difficult to catch his breath after challenging those 4 flights of stairs. It was rather a childish choice, to be quite honest. An act of rebellion against his darn lungs. As was the smoking. He felt around in his red blazer for a few moments before retrieving a packet of cigarettes. It brought a smirk to his lips, and a frown to others. To see a man so riddled with cancer inhaling nicotine was a naive act of rebellion. Theodore taught himself not to care. 

Cigarette between his teeth, Theodore continued his struggle on crutches. He planned to spend the afternoon is town. He was a proud street performer. He placed down no hat for money, just an amp and a microphone stand. If he had it his own way, he'd be performing for large crowds, concert venues. Living the rockstar life. But he wasn't given that opportunity to take. 

The doctors were used to chuckling at him as he entered the examination room with his guitar case and amp. They thought him daft to attempt such feats at such a critical stage in treatment. Of course, Theodore still didn't care. 

Setting up stand in the tube station, he adjusted his cannulas and threw the guitar strap over his neck. In his pocket, a scrunched up setlist told him which songs to sing. He smiled and the messy handwriting of a seventeen year old Theodore Red. 

[margaerycolt]

What's it take for a girl to have a smoke without interruption?