#youth.

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TIM LAPOINTE: if anybody asks about today , lie .

guilt eats at the pit of his stomach, his lips pressed together in a thin line. god, how can tim be so nonchalant about all this? he feels like he's about to run into the bathroom of this diner and puke. instead, he just tucks tighter into the booth, just to ball himself up into something smaller. jordan's both hot and cold — his body not sure where to go or even what to do. he reaches for the mug of coffee, then back into his lap. the idea of even putting anything into his body is a nightmare.

it's only when tim speaks that jordan looks up at his brother, dark eyes drilling a hole into his brother's gaze. a part of him wants to scream, let people know what they've done. he can't, though. there's fear toward his brother — something primal, rational. instead, he nods. " yeah. yeah. we, uh, we went on a hike. that's what you wanna hear, right? " @anithikos

[huntedvideo]

ANNETTE CARLI: I DON'T WANNA KNOW THE DETAILS. 'oh, sorry...' he'd gotten carried away, he could admit that. he quickly tucks away the pictures he may or may not have procured illegally before pulling out the newspaper clippings, instead. those were safe, for the most part. no dead bodies, only a report of an animal attack. fin knew better. 'um... without all th'gorey stuff - this is why i'm here,' why he had traveled to this place, why he continued to stay, and why she had found him roaming around with a shitty video camera. 'no animal did this. but no one's gonna believe me - they never do - so i'm, uh... i'm investigating. by myself,' @publicabsent.

[runecast]

@runeleft: don't you raise your voice at me.

" i didn't raise my voice at you! i yelled. that's what happens when you get frightened by someone. " mark had decided to come out to the woods to relax, to sketch and take in the scenery. it's nice to have a place to disconnect from the rest of the world. for a moment, he had thought that it was some animal (and in a way, mark isn't sure if she isn't an animal). he had seen her before in the hallways— bright eyes and blonde hair and loud, yappy personality. he doesn't even remember her name (did it begin with an m? an n?). mark blinks up at her from where he sits, fingers curling around his sketchbook protectively. there's a drag path under his foot from where he jumped.

" why are y'out this far? " there's another question hidden underneath. it's more of an 'why do you think you get to encroach on my territory?' (but let's note this: it's the woods. it's nobody's territory.) there's a frown painted on his mouth. " leave. or i'll throw a twig at you. "

[bakisensei]

"You love this, admit it."

“I  don't.”   He  doesn't  -  at  least,  he  won't  allow  himself  to  admit  it.   This  was  some  sick  game  on  her  part,  Baki  knew  that,  he  tried  to  convince  himself  that  he  was  correct.  But  there  was  something  about  the  way  she  touched  him,  @akasunaa  never  touched  anyone,  in  fact  she  went  out  of  her  way  to  avoid  any  human  contact;  like  the  salt  from  the  sweat  on  palms  would  rot  her  skin.   

She  watched  him,  a  buzzard  circling  a  poor  animal  who  didn't  know  it  was  dying  yet  -    It  was  almost  addicting  to  feel  her  gaze.  It  felt  like  he  was  winning  some  sort  of  prize,  like  her  very  attention  was  a  special  gift. 

But  wasn't  it?  Her  attention  was  fickle,  and  her  affection  was  hard  to  keep.  Somehow,  he  managed  to  get  both  -  if  only  he  knew  how  to  keep  them.  It  always  seemed  like  every  new  week  her  attention  turned  elsewhere,  someone  else  got  the  grand  prize  and  the  rest  of  them  had  to  scramble  to  figure  out  what  they  did  wrong. 

“Shouldn't  you  be  training  or  something?”  Baki  grumbled.  He  turned  his  back  to  her,  weighing  the  heavy  water-skin  in  his  hand.  He  had  a  patrol  shift  soon,  he  didn't  have  time  for  her  humiliating  games  right  now.   “Or  do  you  just  like  wasting  my  time?” 

CLOSED BINGO BOOK LISTING.