#pasdedeuxs

[btwnthepines]

evie is typing evie is typing evie stopped typing [ 25 minutes later ] ✉︎ ➜: oh shoot, i thought i hit send already! ✉︎ ➜: quick question for the thriller brain evie is typing ✉︎ ➜: if a town square statue moves exactly three inches every time there’s a heavy fog, is that a glitch in the matrix or a supernatural coverup?? 👁️🦖 ✉︎ ➜: i’m pitching it on air tonight but i need my favorite author to validate my unhinged theories first ✉︎ ➜: pls text back

@pasdedeuxs

[moonhxven]

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"Woooah... we're halfway there! Woooah, livin' on a prayer!" Kick sang along loudly to the Bon Jovi record that was currently blasting through the Spin Cycle speakers. He bopped his head almost violently to the music, paying no mind to the teenage kid that was currently flipping through the R&B albums. He put away the final vinyl he was shelving and spun around on his toe, pointing a finger at where Riot stood behind the register. "Take my hand, we'll make it I swear... woooah! Livin' on a prayer!' The song came to an end and Kekoa blew out a breath. "God damn that shit never gets old." Deciding that he'd done enough work to deserve a break, he went behind the counter and plopped down on one of the stools.

"Brother," He said to Riot. "I am pumped for tonight! My band is playing at McNasty's for that... Shakespeare after dark thing. Are you coming? Starts at 11."

[btwnthepines]

closed starter from ... 𝚉𝙸𝙶𝙶𝚈

𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐; @pasdedeuxs

the dual screens bled a voltage heavy neon magenta across her desk mat, carving out a buzzing electric sanctuary inside the pitch black loft. just a quarter of an hour prior, ziggy had been melted into the hollow of her bunny eared gaming throne, chin wedged into her palm as her finger drummed an erratic, caffeine fueled rhythm against her cold mug. her left monitor had been staring back at her with the depressing void of system-shatter’s roster selection screen; a flat, lifeless slab of gray concrete code practically begging for a spark. the right monitor, however, belonged entirely to woo-jin, the tablet canvas a playground for whatever wizardry his stylus was about to conjure.

"he’s giving zero aura right now, jinnie," she’d whined, pressing her face so close to the glass she could see the subpixels glowing. "he looks like he’s stuck at the dmv. this guy’s supposed to be an outlaw hacker who just hotwired a military drone. he needs more attitude in the silhouette." system-shatter was her brain turned inside out, her absolute line by line baby, and woo-jin was the single human being she’d granted root access to the build. because as much as she hated admitting anyone was necessary, his visual genius operated in a completely different dimension from her own.

and then the magic hit. as soon as woo-jin started creating, her eyes lit up. "yes. yes. right there. hold that." she slammed her hands onto her mechanical keyboard, keycaps clacking in a noisy outburst as her fingers flew across the shortcuts, mapping jinnie’s fresh sketch straight into the engine’s temporary sprite slot. she hit compile, triggering the hover animation. the 2d outline snapped to life. "look at that," she grinned, throwing a bag of freeze dried fruit at his shoulder. "we actually have a playable roster draft. your keyframes are ridiculous, dude. three hours ago he looked like a stick figure i drew in ms paint. we are cooking."

[btwnthepines]

closed starter from ... 𝚂𝙰𝙵𝙵𝚈

𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐; @pasdedeuxs

the late morning atmosphere inside spin cycle carried the distinct, papery musk of vintage comic book backing boards and the bitter ghost of burnt espresso. tucked behind the high glass counter, saffy rested on their stool, a thick crown of dark dreadlocks coiled loosely at the nape of their neck. they worked with concentrated precision, tracing an alcohol swab across the delicate tape heads of a portable tascam recorder. across the floor, the brass bell shuddered violently against the pane as radcliffe practically materialized through the threshold.

saffy remained anchored to their task, offering nothing more than a low, gravelly hum to acknowledge riot's verbal greeting. they blew a soft breath across the metallic deck, watching the damp sheen of the chemical evaporate into the stagnant air before finally lifting their gaze to study the newest addition to the payroll. riot had only been in pinehaven for a little over half a year, but they had already managed to wedged themselves deep into the store's eccentric foundation.

saffy’s focus shifted as they caught a sudden flash of movement across the aisle. riot’s long, pale fingers were twitching furiously in mid air, attempting to sculpt a series of shapes. it was a clumsy ballet of contorted knuckles and awkward angles that looked entirely improvisational. saffy absorbed the theatrical display with a perfectly flat, unreadable expression. they set the spent cotton swab aside on the counter, lowering their weight onto their elbows against the glass surface.

"you just signed the number seven, followed by the letter p, and finished with something that looked like a dying spider," saffy observed, a tiny, subterranean spark of amusement finally breaking through their dark eyes. "i don't know what you were trying to say, but it looked like you just told me you have a muscle cramp."