#throwie.

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"I'm bleeding, you stabbed me!"

small starter meme:

stunned. she is stunned beyond comprehension of what is happening and what has occurred, mind failing to successfully connect all the shifting dots. she is unable to find her breath, still her rapidly beating heart, or shut her gaping mouth. her body is frozen, yet the hand that grips the hilt of the stained pocketknife shakes speedily, unsteady. somehow, the weapon does not slip from her sweating hand. it is clear she wishes to speak (the notion made obvious by her lips opening and closing in desperate, fluttering motions), but any half-uttered, incoherent words that manage to weasel their way from her throat are drowned beneath the sounded agony of the woman before her. it is clear she wishes to disappear, maybe dart away from the unbelievable scene that seems to be a living nightmare, widened eyes continuously flickering to the mouth of the alleyway. but her feet stay glued to the ground, sneakers not so much as shifting to avoid the incoming languid wave of scarlet liquid that flows from the other’s wound. “i-i-i—”

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[text]:Well, my ride just canceled on me, so unless you get me, we aren't makin it to the concert.

wrong number text meme:

admittedly, she does not remember ever seeing the number that follows the sudden brightening of her phone’s screen, a message concerning something about a ride and a concert tacked to the end of it. however, that immediate realization does not deter her from lurching forward to sit up and rushing to type out a reply to the text. especially since she is incredibly interested at the prospect of attending a concert. she has the time. briefly, she wonders when her pride decided to dissolve completely. 

            ( ᴛᴇxᴛ » unknown. ) Where are you?

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"You're not alone, you know."

masterlist of prompts and sentence starters:

she’s absolutely, positively sure no one had been around to witness her suspicious activities moments before. not once or twice, but thrice she glanced over the area, unable to detect another’s presence. maybe, i need glasses, she thinks. nonetheless, a voice startles her, causing her to nearly release her grip on the gate (the only thing keeping her from crashing into the concrete below), one foot slipping for a fraction of a second. she is momentarily stricken with terror; the quick contortion of her expression and the almost comical wideness of her shocked brown eyes tells it all. turning her head in search of whoever had spoken, emi does not bother to rediscover the balance of the level ground with her feet, instead choosing to retain her most likely ridiculous-looking position for the time being. “yeah, i know that.” a scoff follows the useless retort, accompanied by a roll of her eyes. “i’m just hanging around—quite literally. not trying to sneak into anywhere or anything. just… hanging. you should try it.” 

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"I'm sorry, I screwed up."

masterlist of prompts and sentence starters:

apologies are annoying, to say the least. not in an irking, please get out of my face with that bullshit way, but in a you’re making me feel terribly awkward over something that isn’t that big of a deal kind of way. so the woman’s response is enough to have emi averting her gaze, avoiding looking directly at the other. admittedly, there is a feeling of slight guiltiness that settles into the pit of her stomach and gives the sensation of queasiness. “it’s fine, you know,” comes her calm and collected reply, a halfhearted joke. “just try not to mention my name to any more strangers, okay? i may or may not be an associate in some really shady business.”

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"Some weather we're having, huh?"

icebreaker meme i.

without drawing her frozen hands from the depths of her jacket (she knows now that wearing something with a much heavier material may have been ideal), emi attempts to dip her chin and mouth further beneath the fabric of her scarf, watchful eyes flickering to the stranger beside her. briefly, as a cautionary measure, she seals her mouth closed until she is sure—by judgment of the male’s appearance—that there is nothing to be overly wary about. “quite frankly, it’s cold out here and i hate the cold,” she answers, tone indifferent. “i’m not even sure there is much to answer in that question anyway. i don’t think it’s much of a conversation starter.” she sniffs, finally bringing a hand out into the cold to run a finger beneath her nose, not too concerned with her image at the moment. apparently, sickness is not trailing too far behind the obnoxiously cold weather. “here. you try it. ‘some weather we’re having, huh?’”

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