Liar, Liar

Fuck, yeah, give it to me, this is heaven, what I truly want. It's innocence lost. Innocence lost.

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cxtheastrophic:

The brunette could not help the laugh that fell from her lips. “Thanks.” she murmured, taking the cigarette and lighting it up “That’s just downright gross. Honestly, I don’t think I’ll ever get it– mud fighting makes more sense and I never thought I’d hear myself say that. At least it doesn’t make you look like a total flop.”

“Nah, just looks like you’re fighting for your life with one of the predators and hoping to God they don’t have their special weapons.”  Otherwise, you’re fucked, right? She drew from the cigarette and let the stick dangle from her lips while she released the toxic fumes.  “Or, you know, looking like you’re hunting for that almost elusive duckface.”

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cxtheastrophic:

“Because it’s ridiculous, and ridiculous things are often talked about.” Thea grinned, her shoulders rolling into a casual shrug. “Can I have a smoke, if you don’t mind? Well, frankly, I’ve seen more bullshit than curves during any of those fights. Like slippery, greasy, gross as hell bullshit.”

“Whatever gets their little peckers up and ready to go, right?”  Even as she laughed, she pulled free the package of her cigarettes and handed it straight to Thea.  “Pretty sure that’s why they like jell-o too. Covers and is slippery and they’re hoping for a nip slip.”

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cxtheastrophic:

“Listen, I know it’s probably too early for us to be having this conversation– and we’re probably way too sober as well, but like– I really don’t get oil wrestling. Riddle me this, how can you beat the heck out of someone when you’re both constantly flopping on your backs in this huge pile of.. olive oil or whatever? Besides, it doesn’t even look hot.”

“Why the fuck are we talking about oil wrestling..?”  A perplexed look came across her features, at the idea alone, but she figured she would just jump in head first with a touch of her cigarette to her lips. The stick dangled against her mouth for a moment, as she considered.  “It’s a glistening thing.. Something about bullshit and curves.”

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praefervida:

“There is a special place in hell for people who dog ear and write in library books…” Clara mumbled, flipping through a copy of Catcher in the Rye that some high school student had taken out and proceeded to write notes on in pen and folded over several pages. “This thing is practically falling apart- I mean, look at it!” 

Honestly, she came in here for the quiet of the moment, and then started hearing... this. She turned her gaze to the redhead, a brow arched just slightly and her head canted to the side. Even when she glanced down to the book in her hands and offered a low noise.  “Well.. Seen it’s better days, for sure.”

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graysonwashe:

“I… don’t know what this is.” The design is sloppily sketched out, and on the back of a napkin, no less. At the right angle, under the perfect lighting, it might be a dog? Or a flower, maybe. Grayson doesn’t bother to mask the judgemental look he was shooting the person. “What am I supposed to be doing with this?”

Peering over the shoulder of the person that seemed entirely too flustered to really give the guy an answer, her brow arched. Were they serious? It was a freaking flower drawn on a bar napkin. They were likely drunk when they drew it out and hoped he could decipher it. Either way, they huffed and stormed out, wide eyes watching after them from behind her aviators.  “Huh.. Well, hopefully they write you a sloppy letter while drunk off their asses..”

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lilixfire:

Liliana you could say was a little fearful of this entire situation. She was living with someone she didn’t know, and her parents were back in their own home. After seeing what she could do, they were probably scared of her. It wasn’t just to keep her safe, but to keep them safe as well. Honestly she was a little scared of herself now, but hopefully she could get more confident living here. So here she was, walking around and not really sure where to go. To anyone she must look like a lost puppy or something because she really was lost.

“Excuse me.” She said a bit quietly to a passerby. “Could you tell me- I don’t know. I’m a bit lost. Anything would help, really.”

It wasn't entirely unfamiliar to see someone wandering along the street and seemingly lost to all the world. Sitting on the bench, one leg crossed over the other, she licked at the ice cream cone she had only been too willing to take her time with. It was amusing, even more so as time went on and she only saw more and more.

But then she let that leg drop and she stood to sidle up next to the brunette. A rude pedestrian just kept walking after she'd try to ask a question.  "Been here, what, about an hour?"

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And all I loved, I loved alone.

Edgar Allan Poe; Alone