#southside.start

[dcminic]

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dominic: so yknow my neighbors, the one's that do street fights sometimes, turns out i owe them A LIL money

dominic: they’re dragging me to one of those tonight aND they want me to fight

dominic: i'm gonna die hELP

[fkkcolt-blog]

Yeah yeah yeah, I know I disappeared for a few days. Did one of those New Year’s Resolution things and joined a gym. Went twice and couldn’t get off the couch for a week. I’m sorry. More about how sore my body is than about how upset you apparently are over my absence. Go hug a tree or something.

[fkkcolt-blog]

sms -

Colt: I'm pretty sure your doppelganger just tried to mug me

Colt: unless it was actually you

Colt: and then fuck you.

[fkkcolt-blog]

Listen, I’m a grown ass man ─ I can eat a cupcake for breakfast and call it a muffin if I want.

[fkkcolt-blog]

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing? Stop right there. Don’t you dare throw that sandwich away there are starving kids in Africa who would kill their own brother for that sandwich. More importantly there is a very dashing blonde sitting right here who really like the amount of mayonnaise pouring out of that thing so you just slide that right on over and we’ll make sure you don’t make any more third world children go hungry for no reason ─ you monster.”

[dcminic]

“i can’t find him, i c-can’t find him...” he mutters to himself, arms embracing his legs as he nods his head repetitively. there’s only two situations in which you’ll find dominic this overwhelmed, almost borderline insane       he either had a terrible nightmare or something happened to his dog and, unfortunately, this case was both. it was about four in the morning when he awoke covered in sweat and with a sore throat, which probably meant he was screaming in his sleep, when he noticed his dog wasn’t in his room. he looked all over the house, quite frenetically might i add, before he slipped on some shoes and put on a coat to go search for his pet outside ; and so the male did, ALL NIGHT. now it’s ten o’clock, he’s sat on his doorstep, his hands shaking relentlessly and pulse quicker than the speed of light. “i CAN’T find him.”

[rtellis-blog]

Ellis - to put it lightly - was a mess. He never thought he’d be here, in a bar, at four in the afternoon drinking low-calorie beer and downing vodka shots. Maybe he was turning into his father after all -- the profligacy of the situation astounded him. Everything astounded him recently. Despite having had been here around an hour already, he still wasn’t drunk. His lack of food and body weight had turned him into a lightweight to say the least; he used to be able to hold is liquor well. Lately though, he had found himself getting mortal after just one or two drinks. Today was seemingly a different story; maybe it was the atmosphere. Not many people had the intention of getting drunk at four in the afternoon -- there were only two or three people actually drinking, despite the place being fairly populated. Here he was however, trying to drown out both his own thoughts and the problems that had risen over the past few days with Hudson, with Dominic and with himself. “Yeah, ‘nother one please, lad.” He muttered to the woman behind the bar, pushing the empty glass bottle towards her -- his solipsist mind had yet to leave him alone; and nobody understood. Not even himself. As Ellis awaited his third beer, he glanced around the building and, out of the window, saw a very familiar face. He ducked his head, blinking with sunken eyes and hope that they wouldn’t see him. 

[fkkcolt-blog]

“No, honestly ─ that is the most thrilling story I’ve ever heard. You should go tell it to that guy over there in excruciating detail.”