#twcdents

[blxxdyniccals]

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“You look a tad bit lost there mate. Don’t know your way around Notting Hill?” Ziggy approached the stranger and immediately regretted his decision. Why didn’t he notice the blue hair was a dead give away of who this guy was. No point in backing out from his offer. Ziggy let out a loud sigh and then gave a friendly smile, well the best he could manage anyway.

“Cause if so I’d be..glad to help.”

[hewhograbsthesun]

(ง •̀_•́)ง ( He's a toothpick of a bastard, my muse,I don't know what possessed me to allow this. )

Joe stares at the strange, blue-haired little man who has just dared to strike him. He’s skinnier than an underfed War Boy, and Joe has to wonder if he’s a Wretched that someone accidentally let up into the towers.

Without a single word, he punches right back.

[noodleisms-blog]

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The dead of night had arrived, the entire city seemingly silent from inside the studios. A perfect night to go on an adventure.

Noodle had prepared a backpack full of supplies, creeping across the hallway towards the front door. Everything was going to plan, and she allowed a small grin to spread across her lips. Until she heard a sound.

Her voice no louder than a whisper, she hissed at the culprit.

“What’re you doing?”

[blxxdyniccals]

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“And I wake up alone...” Madeline held the last note before taking a bow. It was the final song to a late Sunday night gig she took last minute. The curtains closed up the stage and Madeline had made her way to the bar. A whole hour of singing covers was drying her throat and the bastard manager didn’t even giver her a water bottle. Again. Finding a seat at the end of the bar counter, she planted her rear end on dived her hand into her purse. “Damn you Ziggy.” she muttered under her breath. This was the second time this month he stole her pack of smokes. Looking to the right side of her seat, Madeline put on her best smile and lowered her eyelids half way.

“Hey there mate, you wouldn’t so happen to have a spare cig for a pretty lady do yo-” She didn’t finish her sentence due to the surprise of who the stranger was. The pair of mismatched eyes widened and her mouth dropped. It was the singer from her estranged father’s band. What’s a rock star doing in a dump of a pub like this?

“I’m sorry, never mind! Sorry to have bothered you.” she placed a hand on the side of her face. Hoping to hide from the man due to embarrassment. She should just order her drink and go.

“Bartender, I’ll have a round of rum on the rocks 2- I mean to drink.” She could just die now.